The Wind

THE WIND
Words by Paul Norman Tapp ©2025

Place ear near hear this tale
Shaman conjures ancient spell
Birdsong winter, bowie heart
Blood on ice, where to start

Shuttered sighs, jungle grace
Tiger awaits wrapped in lace
Hark gently unseen friend
I know you’re out there
In the wind

Hold with care smoking coal
Carve new face totem pole
Seed to soil, spirit sky
Famine flood, wind and I

Shuttered sighs, jungle grace
Tiger awaits wrapped in lace
Hark gently unseen friend
I know you’re out there
In the wind

Dig no earth for the mole
Swim no sea for the whale
Fallen, exposed
Leaf blown in gale

Fallen leaves boughs bend
Voices call in the wind
Brittle husks, fallen stalks
Crib of corn, newborn talks

Shuttered sighs, jungle grace
Tiger awaits wrapped in lace
Hark gently unseen friend
I know you’re out there
In the wind

Humble painter circle trace
Deep lines draw my face
Close eyes, colors shape
Wear necklace of escape

Shuttered sighs, jungle grace
Tiger awaits wrapped in lace
Hark gently unseen friend
I know you’re out there
In the wind

Found my friend
Companions ‘til the end

(ZaneKuchera.com)