Showing posts with label Wind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wind. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

The Freeing Wind


Trapped inside by this humid haze
My thoughts, a foggy slug
Dullness is the drink of the day,

—I can barely breathe!
—I can barely move!
and I don’t care if I do either…

But, then a cool breeze starts to play
among the leaves in my backyard,
and dappled sunlight does a dance
on the surface of the deck and table
igniting just a little spark of life in me.

Suddenly the trees begin to sway
they clap their hands as Wind blows
all the humidity away!
I turn the roaring air conditioner off!

Flinging windows wide,
I let the Wind inside!

Now the sounds of Nature fill my ears
My thoughts, my mind becoming clear,
I just need to go outside it seems,
And awaken from these lethargic dreams!


~Kathie Adams Brown (September 9, 2015)

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

I Like a Windy Day


I like a windy day,
When the wind comes to tease and play
And we prance and dance around the meadow.

I like the wind to toss the leaves
To bend the trees,
And make them clap their hands.

I like to feel like a wild pony
And run and kick
And toss my mane and tail.

But this fierce arctic wind is a nasty bastard
And I wish he would go back from whence he came.


Kathie Adams Brown (March 22, 2015)

National Poetry Writing Month starts in one week! NaPoWriMo 2015

Sunday, March 22, 2015

A Battle with the North Wind

You roaring wind,
You arctic sledgehammer
pounding out of the north,
I turn my face to you
and beat my wings to fly
You push me back,
You seek to overpower me,
and still my chest expands,
My sinews elastic and powerful as my lungs
fill with your icy breath.

You push me back, and back, and back,
I feel my pinions fill and spread
with the power of your wind,
as we do battle.

You pour a winter’s weariness upon us,
refusing to release your grip,
while I fly on with a fierce hope
into Spring.


Kathie Adams Brown (March 22, 2015)

For World Poetry Day 2015 (One day late!)

Thursday, August 15, 2013

August Wind

August wind blows dry
Dark clouds gather in heaps over the mountains
Restlessness is in this unsettled air
I stir from my summer stupor
I wonder
What will tomorrow bring?
But for tonight
As trees toss limbs around me
Waving leaves like black lace handkerchiefs against the smoky sky
I am caught up in this wind and carried on a dream
And I fly.

~kathie adams brown (August 14, 2013)


Thursday, July 22, 2010

The Wild Wind

The wild wind is calling me
I need to go outside
The restless wind is beckoning
I have to know just why
Without a thought my feet rush out
And I am following
This inner urge that drives me out;
This heart cry,
This wildness,
This wilderness inside.

~Kathie Adams Brown (October 20, 2009)

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Winter Wind: Epilogue


Winter Wind blew
through each little crack,
through empty pockets.
Winter Wind blew snow
across the freshly plowed driveway
bringing harsh reality home.
winter wind blew us a-w-a-y- - - - - - -

~kathiesbirds (1997)


Epilogue: With Gus and I both attending college along with our oldest child and three more at home we were not able to buy the Yellow House. We moved out 2 days before Christmas into a rental home where we lived for the next 2 ½ years while we finished school. Money was tight and winter temperatures fell to -35F with wind-chills of -50F, but we survived and graduated from college and moved away from the frozen north. The Yellow House still stands on Rt. 1 in Westfield, though it is no longer yellow and part of the old barn has fallen down. I’m glad I lived there when I did. I hope you enjoyed my memories in art and poetry. There is more to this story and maybe someday I will tell it.


To view all the posts about the Yellow House click on the Yellow House label below or in the sidebar.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Skywatch Friday: Things That Sway

(Photo by Kathie, June 12, 2008 6:23 p.m. MST)

I love things that sway in the wind;
The flowing grass,
The dancing trees,
The willow boughs,
The bamboo leaves,
All caught in a breeze,
Or windy gale,
Toss and sway
And sigh and shake,
Reflected in an azure lake--
Their fluid motions
Their restless leaves
Reflected in my inner sea.

~kathiesbirds (27 February 2008)

Purple Fountain Grass and Whirling Butterflies (guara).
To see other Skywatch photos please visit Wiggers World.