Tall Girls in the Wind

Three tall girls face away from the wind, slender willowy shapes yielding slightly to the forces of the pulsating Wind from the North .

Wind blown hair atop bending trunks, held tight to the North side, streams southward, reaching forth;

Obedient to the gusts’ demands, shows direction of the wind – for what it’s worth.

A verdant clump of hair upon a scarf of brown – dead fronds, hair of yesteryear,

Hang resplendent, mute testimony, telling of passing glory that once was dear.

Cold wind, insistent breath, marching from more frigid climes,

Swept across plains and hills, slamming to the coast, at times

It combs the hair of palm trees, or slows to ring the bells of chimes;

Turns resolutely to the Gulf. Temps plunge with breath of winter.

The advent of the Norther, denying more warmth, must enter

With the seasons ice and snow, before relenting to allow

A timid welcome spring to come around and follow

Into our circular appreciation of the seasons.

It is a beautiful day.