Breadth of Breath

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. Olympus is but the outside of the earth everywhere. - Thoreau

threading the needles of life's virid larch

like triomphe's arch

over land and time so parched

a stiff breeze as a collar starched

its strongest gusts force-marched

in my face without a guise

watering my blustered eyes

swirling and pondering over mountain highs

sweeping away existential lies

along with the ashes of all that withers and dies

a clothesline of laundry's fluffed and folded prize

cooling a window sill cradling granny's pies

slapping waves against a captain's ship to baptize

facing an inevitable capsize and eventual, slow demise

as his widow sits in a howling watchtower and cries

this and all that it implies

a distant, early warning for the ill-advised

'round every corner

lost in today's throws

as today is brought to a seemingly abrupt close

and yesterday's curtain rose

i long to know from whence it comes

and to where it goes

all that it knows

all that it uncovers and shows

all the woes that it thawed and froze

all the doors that it forced to open and close

all the times it caused folks to change their clothes

thawing thighs

freezing lows

chilled toes

lifting mordant, hungry crows

sheer poetry in motion rather than stationary prose

a gestation of genesis' verity as it recollects and slows

this thing that no one really knows

this thing you created and chose

this thing they call wind that eternally blows

Author's Note

“The strongest wind cannot stagger a Spirit; it is a Spirit’s breath. A just man’s purpose cannot be split on any Grampus or material rock, but itself will split rocks till it succeeds.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

Here, we are currently in a record setting El Nino
who knows what summer may bring but it could be ugly
meanwhile, life goes on with Prime charging to watch old westerns and electric car sales stumbling
Have a Happy New Year

[Pete]

comedian, poet and realist - watch out for that guy ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete.. it is the Spirit’s breath that keeps us here … where we can Rest by Nature”s Rivers and beyond. Thoreau is our Guide…. softly, Pat

[Pete]

our guide indeed, something that henry knew well. the river here by me has risen well over 3 feet recently - lots of rain. best wishes for a new year dearest pat ... :)

[Ken Simm.]

Such a mood setting write that is about far more than simple breezes. It hits several spots with me.

[Pete]

we are inextricably tethered with nature. thank you and season's greetings ken ... :)