Posts Tagged ‘wind

22
Jan
10

Winter

Until the Santa Ana winds stop blowing,
Until smog deserts our city skies,
Until the Jacaranda spreads her blue petals
Filling our streets with lush fragrance,
It is not yet spring
And how can I write about love?

09
Jan
09

Socks & Squirrels

For Kodi (with help from Kodi)

I found a dirty sock on the playground.
I buried it under the wood chips.
I was hoping a tree would grow there with new socks on it
To replace the ones Mom loses in the wash.
On days it rained and we couldn’t go outside
I thought about all that water carrying food to my sock.
If it was stormy and the wind blew hard, it was okay.
The wind was clearing away the weeds, making room for my tree to grow.
Then one day, on the playground, my teacher came up to me all excited.
“Come quick! There’s something you have to see!”
This is so cool!” I thought. “It worked!
We’ll have new socks forever for free!”
But when I followed her pointing
All I saw was a stupid fluffy brown squirrel.
“Isn’t that great?” My teacher sang.
“He’s bigger than your head.”
I looked at his tree again and got mad.
Do you know what that sneaky squirrel had done?
He stole the root from my sock tree and he used it to cushy up his home.

03
Jan
09

Wayward Wind

The wind played bashful, at first,
Scraping its toe in the dust at the edge of the playground.
Tossing up bubbles and Cottonwood wishies
Then deftly catching them
Before
They hit the ground.
These tricks met with approval
So the wind grew bolder and more eager for attention.
It tugged at the girls’ skirts and whipped their hair around their faces.
It stole the ball from the four-square game and shoved the kids on trikes.
It egged on fights by taking one child’s words,
Conflating them with another’s,
Subtracting the original meanings
Before hurling the mess into a third child’s face.
The teachers, bullied into an ever-tightening knot,
Announced the end of playtime,
Herded their students up and
Folded them into the warm protection of the classroom.
Alone, the wind howled and kicked at the swings.
But if you don’t play nice, you won’t have any friends at all.

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