Can you see the wind?
The old, cold wrinkles on canal skin
A shiver of dead leaves clinging to bare-bone branch
Grass blades fencing a bloodless,
invisible foe.
Was it the wind?
The ghostly pull on scarf and hair
A paper flying carpet on a mystical journey
Bins tipped over in unseen malice; contents kicked down the road.
Is it the wind?
The howling warning before branches break
A cacophonous tantrum of flying garden furniture
Wide lorries felled by a giant’s swipe,
ensuing chaos.
Was that the wind?
The weather forecast arrows: larger, sharper
A growing rumble, neither plane nor train
Uncoiled, reckless, spinning furies slinging, scattering,
smashing, lashing.
Can you see the wind?
The occasional breath of the curtains
A flower nodding in a well-dressed crowd
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(Author unknown)
Link to poem and some class activities HERE
Feature image attribution:Freepik water color modern by mhafiffuadi
