The Wind

 

 

THE WIND

 

Out of the citrus glow of squeezed oranges in a twilight sky,

I watched, hands protecting eyes from dazzling sight

Of cloud shift, moving with evening wind, free as air, and high

Above the mountain’s jagged crest, flowing with un-corrected flight

That far-away places might taste the future benison, shed

Upon parched places, providing food that man may eat,

Fruits, and goodness, yet more oranges that mankind may be fed;

Tokens of beneficence in the colour of the squeezed sky we greet

Tomorrow, through shading hands at clouds, borne on the wind,

Breathed across the world; clouds - - - on the wind, - - - the wind

Clouds, breathed upon the wind.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Tokens of beneficence in the colour of the squeezed sky we greet / Tomorrow, through shading hands, welcoming clouds, borne on the wind, / Breathed across the world; rain-clouds - - - on the wind, - - - the wind /Clouds, breathed upon the wind.

This poem is beautiful, John; apart from using the given words so well, you've woven a true meaning into the post. The lines above are a perfect finish.. the repeated 'on the wind .. on the wind.. ' - almost like 'spreading the word' via the air.

As ever, thank you for letting me share your fine, fine work.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love the wind, especially the salty breeze from the open sea. Great piece John, good luck in the contest.

[angelina neves]

Beautiful!
"Breathed across the world; rain-clouds - - - on the wind, - - - the windClouds, breathed upon the wind."