Wind poems & a video I made...

A breeze I captured passing through my front yard...

Windchime

BY TONY HOAGLAND

She goes out to hang the windchime

in her nightie and her work boots.

It’s six-thirty in the morning

and she’s standing on the plastic ice chest

tiptoe to reach the crossbeam of the porch,

windchime in her left hand,

hammer in her right, the nail

gripped tight between her teeth

but nothing happens next because

she’s trying to figure out

how to switch #1 with #3.

She must have been standing in the kitchen,

coffee in her hand, asleep,

when she heard it—the wind blowing

through the sound the windchime

wasn’t making

because it wasn’t there.

No one, including me, especially anymore believes

till death do us part,

but I can see what I would miss in leaving—

the way her ankles go into the work boots

as she stands upon the ice chest;

the problem scrunched into her forehead;

the little kissable mouth

with the nail in it.

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Who Has Seen the Wind?

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

Who has seen the wind? 

Neither I nor you: 

But when the leaves hang trembling, 

The wind is passing through. 

Who has seen the wind? 

Neither you nor I: 

But when the trees bow down their heads, 

The wind is passing by.

Source: The Golden Book of Poetry (1947)

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Who Has Seen the Wind?

One of my Willows. She loves to feel the wind in her hair.

WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND?
By Christine Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing thro'.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.

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Poems don't have to be long to be mind-blowing.  I memorized this poem in Jr. High and have said it in my head & heart thousands of times on windy days.  Like today.  It's not a breezy day, it's a blustery day, as Pooh would say.  The wind that you can hear singing & gossiping in the trees.  I love it.
 
Ray and I used to go camping all the time when the kids were still home. Once we went to this primitive area, just he and I. We decided to give each other Native American names the last day. I became "She Who Hears the Wind." Ray became "He Who Drops Weenie in Fire".  We still laugh about that.
 
We've had a few rare low-humidity days here in the Deep South with lows in the 60's at night and it's like waking in a fairy tale land after the oppressive heat & humidity we've had all summer.  (And O, O, O that August full mOOn the past few nights, how she has hypnotized me!)  My Moonflowers were out to worship her, perfuming the balmy night air.  I wish I could package their fragrance.  It's like no other scent on earth.  It's why I plant them year after year.  They're beautiful, but the scent is otherworldly.  
 
On that note, I'm going back outside before the wind dies down. 
 
Love & Blessings,
 
~Marion 
 
 

Silky, pristeen August Moonflower.

 

One of my Alliums

"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather." ~John Ruskin

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"There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind." ~Annie Dillard

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"To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring." ~George Santayana

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Who Has Seen The Wind? By Christina Rossetti

'Stairway to  Heaven' at Hodges Gardens State Park

'Wind on Water' at Hodges Gardens

'Orange Poppies' - Flower Sunshine at Hodges Gardens

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Who Has Seen the Wind?
By Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) was a British writer. She is one of the most important Victorian women poets, famous for "Goblin Market," and other works.  Writing about that religiousity and sensuality in Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market," Virginia Woolf once said: "Death, oblivion, and rest lap round your songs with their dark wave." But then, "a sound of scurrying and laughter is heard." And, Woolf says: "You pulled legs; you tweaked noses. You were at war with all humbug and pretence."

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This poem about the Wind is one of the first poems I ever memorized and on a windy day like today, it always comes to my mind and does a little soft shoe tap dance in my head.  A friend(?) of mine posted a poem about the wind today which brought this poem to mind.  I tried to comment on it but could not because I've been 'unfriended' apparently.  It seems I lost a good friend by trying to protect another friend's heart.  Doesn't seem fair, does it?  But I guess that's life. 

It's a cool, sunny, totally stoned day here in the deep South.  I'll be planting tomatoes, zucchini, peppers, basil and baby Moonflowers before dark.  (Well, Ray will do the back work and I'll supervise.)  Yes, Spring has officially moved in and unpacked her suitcases.  I welcome her joyously, with open arms. 

I hope your day is as beautiful as mine is today.

Blessings,

Marion

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Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke


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I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. ~Ruth Stout


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April is a promise that May is bound to keep. ~Hal Borland


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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~Margaret Atwood
 
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Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men. ~Chinese Proverb
 
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