Written for David’s Weave Written Weakly #190
where Sally has prompted us to write a sonnet
including a line from William Wordsworth’s
“The World Is Too Much With Us”.
This is my response. Thanks, Sally!
The winds that will be howling at all hours
Across the fields they whisper, soft and bright
In darkness deep, they waken unseen powers
And lift the soul toward the stars’ pure light
Through tangled woods where night has lost its way
These gentle winds will guide with tender grace
Their breath a balm upon the brow of day
A quiet strength that time cannot erase
When morning breaks and dawn lights up the sky
The winds once fierce now sing a softer tune
Their whispers urge our spirits to fly high
Toward dreams that shimmer like a silver moon
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#W3
This is “Howling Wind” by Alela Diane
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