Perfect camping days come and go each week, even in December. The days are sunny and the nights not too cold—like today. What luck to have a camping opportunity on my off day.

Oops! Is that wind I hear? The wind is milder than yesterday when we had a high wind warning again, but still too much for camping. The clue: the wind howling down the fireplace, which causes Tango to run upstairs.

I resolve to be happy cleaning house today. The wind is a fact of life.  The earth turns, cold and warm air masses follow the rotation, and when the masses collide with other masses or geographic structures, like mountains, the wind roars. Like death and taxes, wind is unavoidable here.

Wyoming Wind Energy Center in Uinta County, Wyoming. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Coincidentally or not, I read several blogs today featuring poems that celebrate wind. One poem describes how the wind sings, another poem, how the wind whistles.  Apparently these folks never lived in Wyoming or the Arctic Circle.

I looked for more poems about wind on Poemhunter.com. Again, the imagery is positive, romantic. Were I to write a poem about wind, I would use far different images: the sound of a freight train rumbling through a dark night, the howl of a hundred hungry wolves as they bear down on their prey, the explosion of a space ship lifting off.

From Poem Hunter:

Four Winds

“Four winds blowing through the sky,
You have seen poor maidens die,
Tell me then what I shall do
That my lover may be true.”
Said the wind from out the south,
“Lay no kiss upon his mouth,”
And the wind from out the west,
“Wound the heart within his breast,”
And the wind from out the east,
“Send him empty from the feast,”
And the wind from out the north,
“In the tempest thrust him forth;
When thou art more cruel than he,
Then will Love be kind to thee.”

Sara Teasdale

Nobody knows.

No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Or where the wind goes

No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind carries
The white winter snows

No one can tell me
Nobody knows
What the wind whispers
To black feathered crows

No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Or where the wind blows.

J.A McManus

Riding The Wind Together

My mind wandered aimlessly
to another place and time

far away in the distance
heard the wind gathering
rhymes

The miracle of the wind
called me
as it galloped through
the meadows
come my darling stay with
me
lets ride the wind together

The wind danced before my
eyes
I heard the wind howling
begging sweet heart come
to me
we’ll ride the wind together

When I look into your eyes
I see my future unfolding
many lovely tomorrows with
you
we’ll ride the wind together

Now all is dark just you
and I
cuddling close together
our love will endure the
storms of life
we’re still riding the wind
together.

Heather Burns

When the Wind Blows (1930 film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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