Wind swirls

Know not how

Gentle breeze

Across your brow

Rustling leaves

Musical sound

Quaking aspens

Dearly found

Winds

Listen To The Wind, Dear (Monchielle)

Listen to the wind, dear
as it calls me by name
I know deep down inside
you can hear it

Winter

Wind-beast prowls
around corners
bangs on shutters

drives Odin's wrath
to my door -

It gnashes,
whistles,
shivers
til my

"The Wind"

The wind blows through your auburn hair ,
And your eyes squint in the sun,
The wind and you are quite the pair ,
To

Bending With the Wind

The young tree bends with the racing wind,

its sap runs swift with life.

It sways and bows dancing