Wind songs

Wind songs

Nothing is more eloquent than the wind,
though our ignorant ears rarely understand the words.

It murmurs different words to different trees,
sings different songs with their leaves,

water-ripples through the long grasses,
teasing whispers from waving seed heads,

and the birds weave their counterpoint,
sweet and soothing, even to its anger.

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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.

13 thoughts on “Wind songs”

      1. I get a whistle on the front of rhe building that’s very distinctive. That’s how I know the wind is up, even before I look out at the trees.

  1. This is lovely! I like the idea that the wind sings different songs to different trees.
    Stunning photo, too.
    Big surprise (not)–my musings start out with wind and song, too. And I definitely did not see yours first because I wrote that stanza last night before I went to bed. ๐Ÿ˜Š

    1. I was just writing a comment on your blog!
      Thank you!
      You know something, I read your poem and absorbed that is was all about that restless wind and the birds singing through it, and it didn’t even occur to me that it was odd, because I expected our thoughts to be the same.

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