Wind Blown

Birds on the wind, M. Mair, original art

Birds on the Wind, Margaret Mair, original art

Little birds blown
Like dark autumn leaves
Scatter willy-nilly across
A windy blue sky,
Silted ocher water
Shades into aquamarine
A long way from shore.
Water tickles the rocks
Over and under their bellies
Till they surrender
And dance to its call
And sends long tongues
Flickering over soft sand
Swirling it lacily back
Toward the depths.
Tree branches nod and bow
Over drowned roots,
Flags snap and dance
To the wind’s tune.
Wood drifts from
One shore to another
And wanders back again
Carried on the rise and fall,
Caught in the break of waves.
Clouds scudding across
Drop their rain
And still the waters rise.
And still the waters rise.

Written by Margaret Mair
Picture, original art by Margaret Mair

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4 responses to “Wind Blown

  1. Lovely, nice nature poem. Wonderful painting … beautiful artwork, Margaret. 🙂

  2. A beautiful sense of movement in your poem and image Margaret.

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