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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14 thoughts on “The Wind’s Mock

      1. Good! Would be a fantastic Christmas gift 😉
        O and I also wrote short reviews at Amazon.
        So, keep on writing dear Tanya. Big hug, XxX

      2. Thank you! That means a lot to me. Those reviews make a difference. I will keep you posted on the third book, but that is my goal!😊😘

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