I wrote this poem after I stepped out from my Motorhome that winter’s day to take a photo of the vast paddock of grass swaying in the wild wind. Oxley Creek Common, Rocklea, Brisbane, Queensland. Beverley Joy.
I step outside and it’s blowing a gale
I pull my warm coat tighter
I can’t change the weather
It is what it is, it has a mind of its own.
I don’t think of the negatives
I accept and embrace it
I take a deep breath, feel the wind on my face
It bites at my skin, I laugh into the wind.
I see the grass is dancing today
Swaying to the wind’s loud song
Shimmering from green to gold
In unison across the vast paddock.
It sings its song “We dance today
Thank you wind for coming our way
The dance of colour we can only give
On days when you blow so stiff.
The delicate flowers that stand amidst
Bruised and torn, hate the wind’s song
While the trees stand firm and strong
Their leaves tossed, desparate to hold on.
My hair now looks like a birds nest
My face is feeling wind burnt
My eyes and cheeks wet with tears
I’d love to stay, but I must retreat.
It makes no difference to the wind
Whether I like or dislike it effect
Though, I’m glad I stopped to notice
And simply experience it.
Beverley Joy 2010
Image by Albrecht Fietz from Pixabay
Simply Story Poetry 
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