A gentle breeze
To caress your cheek
And spread the seeds for next year’s crop.
But at a whim
She tosses her head
And her ferocious streak is shown.
She tears and rips and roars,
Swirls heavy clouds across the sky
And empties their loads of rain and hail
On the cowering world below.
Just to show she has the power,
She tears up mighty trees;
Exposes you to her fury
By ripping off your roof,
Tossing all in her furious path
On the rubbish heap
At the far end of the sky.
The seas enjoy her game
And waves rise up,
Sucking their power from far below
To spew it on the shore.
She howls and roars and fumes.
When she tires of the clouds,
She hurls them away,
Leaving the sky
A crystal blue.
Then she and the waves
Dance their war dance
Until she is replete.
As suddenly as her tirade began,
The lady regains her poise.
Equanimity is restored
And the birds sing praise
To a serene blue sky.
By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield
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