The Playful Wind

The Playful Wind
by denny

Sometimes I sit and watch
the wind have its way with
the trees outside my house
blowing the leaves
into billowy curtains
or shimmering like sequins
on a festive dance dress

Of course, you cannot see the wind
only what it does to things
the delight it takes, sneaking up on flags
then suddenly snapping them to attention.
Or swirling dust and debris about
turning them into miniature tornadoes.

And how it shapes the clouds
into a menagerie of circus animals
parading playfully across the sky
delighting the child in each of us.
Like foam floating in thin air
a high-flying ball of fluff
like a dandelion taken flight

And what is the wind with
it’s murmurring through the trees
if not like the silent whispers
from our heart carrying
our joyful song aloft.