Elemental Daughter

She can tell, by turns, which way the world blows,

Lips to air, deep breaths, she tastes, she knows,

Lets the Kaver finger hair and loose clothes,

Mistral rushes through her channelled pores.

She nor’westers within stones long risen,

Empower’d by the buffets in between,

Dances there with deities all borne in that scene,

Feels the pressure, coriolis weaned.

She can rise from rivers, balance water,

Atomic weights, compound all they to her,

She’s the breath, the elemental daughter,

Born, released and free forever more.

Crazy sort of lady is the folk lore,

Witch upon the wind and on the moors,

Bathing in the floods of fire and aether,

Shower’d, she of air, she lives and pours

Flesh to life and soul to all around, rotating,

Twirling dervish, live unto the end,

Controls and calms, by turns, all elements about her,

Every waft of current is her friend.

Listen when she speaks through thunder’d prisms

Wrap yourself in bounty born within,

She curls around all feelings, depths and chasms,

Feel her dancing, daughter of the wind.

Breaths Of Air

Sirocco stirring

Sands of time,

Diablo melting

Mind,

Mistral chilling,

Vaping life,

Winds of fame

That blind.

 

Give me winds

That sweep from sea

Or rush

Down mountain pass,

That charge, invigorate,

Clear all inside,

Billow through,

Enlarge.

 

Or gentle breeze,

A breath so fine,

Whispering through my

Hair,

Gentle caress

Of tenderness

From lips that

Breathe your air.

Wild The Night

Cast shadows in the cutting darkness,

Bitter winds without,

Keening darkly, piercing souls.

Grey to black the skies succumb,

Hell’s fortune takes a hold.

 

Cloaking stars, this shroud of night

Bedevilled,

Fraught intention.

Limbs yield, submit to strength,

Trees sway in rapt attention.

 

Too chilled the dusk

To venture forth,

Impending nightfall blurs the track,

A wanted warmth remains inside

Where comfort welcomes back.