The Wind’s Mock

naked
stripped bare by a gust of mocking wind
tree branches tremble
in complaint

Nature
responds
to creak-cracking pleas
fills her storehouse clouds
with
empathetic
frigid
tears

She
beckons the wind
with
thick
smoke
signals

wind
sighs
puffs
whispers
dies
then, observing
those pathetic, quaking, naked limbs shaking
blows
a sympathetic gale

snow
falls
covers limbs with frosty blankets
and
blankets roots under thick cover

until

wind,
tired of stillness,
decides to stir Nature’s pot
with
a
hot
air
whirling
melting
mock

~

Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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