The Whistling Wind

Whistling Wind …

Sweet whistling,

like the sound,

when an organ plays,

games with the whistling wind,

on windy days.

 

The wind softly whistles,

through tree tops

and mildly plays with my hair,

as I walk along reminding me of an old love song.

 

On stormy days,

it seems to be angry

and the whistling,

turns to howls,

as the wind shrieks along.

 

I like it best,

down by the riverside,

as it makes ripples upon the water

and gulls dance on the waves.

 

They go flowing along with the river

and the wind gently whistles,

a traveling tune,

as the gulls are joined by ducks and geese.

 

I love to listen to the wind,

as it blows in the night,

all the fragrant scents are so much stronger,

in the dark and last much longer.

 

It reminds me of times so long ago,

playing with my memories,

when I hear a certain tune,

under the full moon.

 

Love to go down the road,

just the whistling wind and me,

enjoying being fancy-free,

doing a nice two-step along the way.

 

Nothing could be finer,

than a tuneful whistling wind,

would love to learn that melody –

it certainly seems to speak just to me.

Rasma Raisters
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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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