Sonnet for a windy day
SONNET FOR A WINDY DAY
Across cirrus sky swift brush strokes paint mares' tails
While o'er restless tree tops in anxious susurration,
Trains of cumbrous clouds traverse on vaporous rails
And below, meadow grasses align in wild undulation
Lake surface is whipped to agitated motion
Plumage ruffled, wildfowl navigate with discretion
Gulls now inland tell of vehement storms on ocean
All are braced or cautioned by nature's bare aggression
When young I embraced such fury in any medium
Deplored the concept and sensation of perfect peace
Such state seemed a recipe for endless tedium
Chance and hazard preferred to slow drawn out release
While I now sometimes yearn for a brief respite from strife
I aspire to some risk and high winds that give breath to life