Wind-rushy

I’ve been working on this poem for a few days. Seems like a good moment to post it. For the NaPoWriMo pastoral prompt.

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We walk in the dark of the wind-rushy trees,

listening to their wind-rushy voices,

solemn and wise and old as the earth,

silencing birdsong and furtive rustlings

from woods, hedges, field edges

and sleeping gardens.

Hands touch, but can they hold it back,

the something, pale blue and shimmering,

that seemed to fade in the dusk?

Wind rushes, rolling the perfume of lilac along the lane,

playing the woodwind of rose and oriole,

bowling garlic flower notes against the dark.

Wind ruffles flowerheads with gentle hand,

my face, sharper, imperious—listen, feel—

then suddenly the stream,

banked in heavy scents of wet earth,

edged in elm and elder,

alder and willow boughs sweeping low,

calls in the pure ringing voice

of spring water running

and the notes, a seamless weave,

leave no space for sadness.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

23 thoughts on “Wind-rushy”

    1. Thank you, Sue. I started this poem after our pre-bedtime walk last night. The wind was blowing up a storm and it was pitch black, no light anywhere. Lonely and desolate. This morning the wind had dropped, the rain stopped and the sun was sparkling on water everywhere. Just beautiful. A bit of sunshine and peace changes perspective dramatically.

      1. I’m glad the storm cleared out. Yesterday was beautiful here, though I wasn’t out much, but now it’s clouding up, and we’ll probably get rain, maybe storms tomorrow.

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