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!
by Bernadette M. Bland