Wind Vocals

The wind vocalizes as it slides

through the shifting, sifting branches.

Sometimes it murmurs, sometimes it roars

Like a distant lion, or an abducted seashell.

Sometimes it moans; a sorrowing soul

That races 'round the corners of the house.

I've heard that it howls, hurling anything in its path aside.

My favorite is the tiny, tickling whisper voice

That hints at better weather.

Or the laughter-filled voice

That lifts my hair and cools my neck.