Willow Wind
Forbes Farmer
What tender pause impending air
Wherries sway in warm breeze fair
Wiselings blast in thunderous despair
Wait resting foes in darkened lair
Of tempestuous dialectics in repair
To full moons softly waning
Wanton tempest of disordered soul
Wiskets hold obstructions to the windy knoll
Witherlings conjoined in interference toll
Wage with whinyard arms control
From emptiness divisive thunders roll
And watch irreverent salvo waking
Webs of joyful honest hue
Wagons move the wailing blue
Wheels breathe blithely rapture’s value
Wearing merriment and rainbow issue
As memories piqued roar smiling through
Except lovers’ animated wailing
Willows flexing zephyr free
Winkle from cacophony
Winged symphonies melt acerbity
Whisper tranquil thoughts acuity
When friends embrace affinity
What serenity lies weighing?
Workers scatter voiceless needs
Weep as quiet catkin bleeds
Wafting silky hair recedes
Watch the slumberous downy seeds
Ride the wind to soil and reeds
If wanderers stop walking
Walls of combs with glue from earth
White pollen rings the sounds of birth
Weaving roots of cloistered girth
Watchful promises of worth
Reigning over yielding mirth
What consciousness lies waiting?
Water feeds the fruits of late
Whistling rides on nature’s freight
Wink to dry the tears of hate
Wrongly tied to stigma’s gate
Worry not as sweethearts mate
As canons go abating
Writs of sovereign powers could
Wrench passion nectar from the good
Wring spirit where the soul once stood
Witness ashes on the wood
Blowing freely as they should
As miasmic airs evaporate
Wasteful years of those who be
Willful shadows of humility
While seers hide within the lee
Wise ones chant the rule of three
And cheer the unpredictability
And willow wind of freedom