Wind Song

by Lilian Moore

When the wind blows
the quiet things speak.
Some whisper, some clang,
Some creak.

Grasses swish.
Treetops sigh.
Flags slap
and snap at the sky.
Wires on poles
whistle and hum.
Ash cans roll.
Windows drum.

When the wind goes—
suddenly
then,
the quiet things
are quiet again.





Last updated February 17, 2023