In Rushing Wind Poem by William Kofoed

In Rushing Wind



Mountain peak height piercing the sky
brushing its peak black clouds roll
piercing lightning does flash and thunder does roar
cold heavy rain drops begin there to fall

Hot barren rocks quenched by its fall
air becomes chilled and with moisture full
heavy it falls down bare mountain side
rushing so quickly in gathering speed

barren rocks give way to patches of soil
green bushes there to perilously cling
stirring now rustling in gathering breeze
begin to be whipped by the growing cold wind

ripped free leaves flying in the wind
rushing among the now growing trees
roaring now the wind gathers voice
trees stand against the roaring gale

down in the valley green grasses do grow
sunlight so bright does gently fall
upon colorful blossoms do grow
and wonderful glory of bright summer day

slowly now the blossoms dance
in a cooling gathering breeze
growing now into pleasing wind
bringing joy in its refreshing flow

in the meadow she does walk
gathering flowers on summer day
thinking of the one she loves
who for now as far away

breeze is felt in auburn curls
bouncing dancing by its flow
streaming forth so bright and long
flowing softly about her face

eyes of blue to glitter bright
reflecting of the joy she feels
full red lips that he loves
smiling now in summer breeze

wind does blow past her now
pulling at her flowing dress
showing forth her form divine
lush full curves and flowing lines

on winding path on mountain side
descending now out of the trees
this vision now before me appears
bringing full of joy within

cooling wind blows at my back
speeding my steps down mountain side
bringing me closer ever to my love
who before me in meadow does dance

scent the pine and falling rain
mingles now with flowers sweet
flowing across the grass is there
a full richness that fills the breeze

my steps to her do almost dance
moved to the rhythm of my beating heart
and of the love I feel within
nature's music on a summer day

within the wind and on the grass
together now within each other's grasp
in bright sunlight and cooling breeze
together now on gentle grass

Sunday, March 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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