Wild Wind

Something is pushing at the clouds,
Upward to a realm on high.
A grand reunion does appear,
Sailing them across the sky.

What's that form so shyly grinning,
Racing with the currents strong.
A might that storms the universe,
And with the elements does belong.

Not one will linger for a moment,
For their appointments...they are late.
The using of a needed schedule,
When seconds mount and do not wait.

Billowing forth from sunny southland,
A villains den must be their source.
Showing off their strength to conquer,
Wild and reckless on its course.

What's that pushing at the clouds?
Something that we cannot see.
Unloose thy tongue..."O WILD WIND"
And tell me...what that stir can be.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

As I put groceries in my car today this was the sky above me at mid day.