Wind In Your Face Poem by Frederick Nellist

Natures passion heard but not seen
It's melody always painting the scene
Making the grass whisper and dance
Billowing white clouds that enhance.

We feel your touch and your embrace
Whence came you, there is no trace?
Your breath rotates a windmills wings
Autumn leaves do impossible things.

With gliding eagles your energy flirts
Doing weird things to the ladies skirts
Gusting, blowing, you raise aloft kites
Swell waves at sea to enormous heights.

At times you bring your friend the rain
Orchestrating at will on my window pane
Doing your conducting from the skies
A changing of tune comes as no surprise.

Your blind tempo varies, to what avail?
From a gentle caress to a malevolent gale
A force of nature it does no good to brood
It's an ill wind that doesn't blow any good.