Poem By Bernadette M. Bland
The Wind speaks ...in whispers when rustling playfully through the flowers of a field. ...in wailing, banshee howls ... chilling and shivery on dark and stormy nights. ...with soft, teasing laughter on bright days in spring. ...with the icy shrieks of a frigid nor'easter--- telling the bitterness of its cold. ...in breathy, sensuous tones that waft scents of sweet roses in bloom. with gusty shouts of danger--- when nature has gone array. in genteel accents...telling of cool ocean breezes- country farmlands- or mountain meadows high- ...of rivers and deserts, wastelands, wetlands, and swamps. "The Wind Speaks" of all of these as only The Wind can! Listen... in the stillness you will hear its eloquence!