The howl of the narcissistic wind

Branches battle against glass Trying to escape the wind’s grasp, Window is forced to slam open Chocking me, I rasp. Twigs sticking to my hair A nest forming in the locks, Twirls of dusted gusts It has stolen my voice box. I am mute Trapped in a whirlwind of stolen goods, The thundering noise forcing…

The insatiable curiosity of a breeze

A gentle breeze Cuts through the land, Singing a tune That is always in demand. A gentle breeze Stirs the trees alone, Singing a tune Of wanting to be known. A gentle breeze Slowly descends down, Once shy amongst the clouds It now brazenly​ enters a town. A gentle breeze Sings amongst the crowd, Children…