All day long I sit on the limb of a withering old oak tree
'Loft caverns of clouds and sterling shrouds
I watch till the Sunlight's wee
Peaceful and simple, Morning and me
Cerulean wimple, the Sky wears she
Vermillion cheeks that glow when she's shy
But never have I, seen the Wind go by
And both her children, Gust and Gale
Blow upon a seafarer's sail
And rise 'neath the wings of a bird on the fly
And all day long I sit on the limb of a withering old oak tree
And wonder why
In silk and in angels the motion is sweet
And Wind wound right leads dancingly so
But lifting the Autumn to her tiny feet
Is the Wind I've yet to know
Shade, she sleeps somber in silvern a shadow
And Light, she leaps in gentle glow
But the ghost who embraces as seeds are sown
Is the wind I've never known
The echoes of Night rest still by my side
And Light, now lambent, flickers and flies
Though she who walks in dusky disguise
Is she, the Wind, blowin' by
Tyler Mason
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-10/
