Updated: Sep 11, 2020
Since the time I was a small girl I have loved the wind. There are the memories of hearing the whistle and moan of it as it whipped through the night around our house was always comforting to me. A couple places where we lived it could often be associated with other powerful and beautiful displays of awesome power; that jagged sizzle of lightning and the booming echoes of thunder.
I would find myself entranced with such vibrant dashes of nature and the One who created them. No, don't worry, I'm not going to start talking religion here; but it is part of what intrigued me and still does to this day.
As an adult I have lived a good part of it in the country. Here on the Oregon coast we are known for our conifer trees; hemlock, fir and spruce. We also can get some wild winds in the winter and I have often been outside to watch as the frenzy of the wind bends the trees and whips them all over to its own liking. To feel the force of the wind upon me makes me close my eyes to imagine where it has been and where it is yet to go. I envy its freedom and the lack of restraints to be where it wants to be and see what it wants to see.
My first book series has the subtitle The NW Wind Series. And each title will have the word "wind" in it. I hope that you enjoy my series and give me feedback either on here or on Amazon in the form of reviews. Please enjoy the poems about wind that I will occasionally post. I also hope that you have many opportunities to enjoy the wind upon your face whether it be the warm and gentle tradewinds or the stormy frenzy of one of our NW storms. May the wind always be at your back and your side.
How can I describe the wind
As it blows warm across my face
It's gentle caress upon a cheek
Disappearing without a trace
To catch the wind is possible naught
A wasted time for thee
As it howls up through the valley
To make trees bend their knee
It sends the fall leaves dancing
In a wild and frenzied way
I want to dance within the wind
I've oft been heard to say
A spoken word soft yet firm
It's roughened arms reach out
To take a whisper in the wind
And twist it all about
How can I describe its vanishing act
As the icy blast gains speed
For some they dread it's haughty cold
Yet for me the wind is need
I envy its free and boundless joy
As I see it's path beyond
A blazing kiss within the wind
As it whistles it's restless song