A gentle breeze results in showers
Of petals pulled from spring’s new flowers
Soothful susurrus of moving leaves
That drape vivacious summer trees
Autumnal hues of gold and rust
Soon ripped away by icy gusts
Roaring gales that tear and blow
Pile and sculpt great drifts of snow
Clouds pursued across the blue
Shapes melding into forms anew
Cotton white, they drift; serene
Peaceful as a languid dream
Lifting the wings of bird in flight
The skylark strives for lofty heights
Wires thrummed like guitar strings
Complement the song it sings
Dandelion robbed of seed
The barest breath will set them free
Fluffy fibres catch the air
Dropped here, and there, and everywhere
Green fields ripple like water’s flow
Stalks of reed bend to-and-fro
Currents of air meander by
Mirroring the river, which mirrors the sky
Raucous flocks of seagulls play
Between crashing waves whipped into spray
Sea breezes blow without relent
Carrying the ocean’s briny scent
Open moor and mountain peaks
Kites and chimes and drying sheets
Bunting strings and white boat sails
In all these things the wind prevails
Zephyrs and foens, siroccos and storms
Myriad names, and different forms
Racing ‘round the world with ease
To follow its journey, just catch the breeze!
Erin Awon 2012
If you have felt inspired to write a poem, a story or song as result of the Somerset Journey then please get in contact with us, we'd love to hear from you! Email: somersetjourney@yahoo.co.uk
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