Wind Vocals
The wind vocalizes as it slides
through the shifting, sifting branches.
Sometimes it murmurs, sometimes it roars
Like a distant lion, or an abducted seashell.
Sometimes it moans; a sorrowing soul
That races 'round the corners of the house.
I've heard that it howls, hurling anything in its path aside.
My favorite is the tiny, tickling whisper voice
That hints at better weather.
Or the laughter-filled voice
That lifts my hair and cools my neck.
