Wind through the leaves on the trees
A breeze through a field of grass 
Wind blowing a freeze 
Through a freezing mountain pass
Wind teasing the leaves
Teasing the leaves on the walk
The deceased brown leaves, teased to pieces
Dried as dry as chalk
Wind in the chimes, animating
Suffocating
Wind talk

Wind in five sails; wind wails
Wailing through night alleyways 
Flapping a flag, clapping the clothes,
Whistling over a line
Wind roaring over car windshield
Jangling empty cans for wine
Angering oceans, threatening land
Taunting the beach houses housed in the sand
Beating their stilts
Pulling their guilt through the days
Airplanes pulling, pulling up on the breeze-ways.

A sigh
The wind that ruffled your hair when you said
Unreachable 
Gusts of particles beating 
against the earth’s magnetic field
A silent storm – a green yield.
I watch the wind blowing the rain-stained flyers tacked on the bulletin board
The wind carrying the rain-stained geese out of the fjord.

The wind that makes the clouds move across the sky 
when I lay alone with my muddy eyes, 
on a stark day, looking up for answers
The wind is drowning out your reply
It forces me to dry my tears with my hair
By tugging my hair away from my eyes 

If I could know where the wind comes from
And where it is going
And if I could come…