Seasons of Wind
by Maralee Gerke

In Winter,
the wind comes from down the mountains
roaring like a bear roused from hibernation
bringing squalls of rain and occasional snow.
Plastic bags like small ghosts flap wildly in
pine branches.
Dried leaves skitter into any available corner.

In Spring,
the wind comes from down the mountains
tumbling like a waterfall bending tulip
and daffodil buds toward the ground
Wind driven rain splatters the windows
and runs off the roof in rivulets.

In Summer,
the wind comes from down the mountains
hot like the breath of a dragon.
Trees turn to embers when sparks
become flames.
Water levels drop and
crops are scorched and withered.

In Fall,
the wind comes from down the mountains
like a freshening coolness that spreads over the earth
trees sigh as their leaves fall gently to the ground.
Grape bunches sway on the vines
clusters of purple ready for harvest.

In every season,
the wind comes from down the mountains
portending the changes that will come.



 


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