Words in the Wind

I am the woman of the wind,mistress to the Aeolian king,sometimes just a sighing breeze,a Zephyr tantalising trees,or a warm-breathed siroccofresh in from Morocco,and sometimes a gale,with a strident wail,I wuther over moors and Isquabble in the sky. My vocal range is wideto suit all weather,to dissipate cloudsor gather them together. Kim M. Russell, 8th […]