Winding Wind

Winding Wind

A Poem by Andrew John


Why does the wind create that howl
and with it such a sensation?
It᾽s in your heart, your mind, your soul.
It seems to reach for your very cognition.
You sit, so still, in your room - just sulk.

The thinness of glass is so frightening;
it tries to fight the mighty howl
but cannot hold it back,
as that blow drives against your window
from the world outside, with no mercy, it seems.

Or does it prefer not to see you sulk so much?
Does it ask what's in your heart, your mind, your soul?
Perhaps this is its way of wanting you
to know its wish, its supplication.
Does a wind howl to make a plea?

(7 Sep 2023)

© 2023 Andrew John

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Added on September 7, 2023
Last Updated on September 7, 2023
Tags: wind, howl, mind, heart, soul, cognition


Andrew John
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