Wind moves in waves too, you know
currents (though you may not see them)
cool
your face
ruffle
your hair
change
your course
as you walk down the hill
A real howler
cannot be ignored
days ahead the plywood is nailed
to windows
protection
at the cost of light
but it’s only for a little while
until the storm blows over.
For now
lying on your back
in the field of flowers
the sky is
deep
forever
the unseen wind
caresses the meadow
with a lover’s kiss
invisible fingers
lift a feather
from the ground
higher and higher,
as you watch
spinning toward the sun