It Howls in My Bones
Standing alone,
I stare into
Darkness,
the Void
of the
blackest
of nights;
No stars shine here,
No light in the night.
Who Has Seen the Wind?
I thought I’d change pace here and share one of my favorite poems. I first read it when I was a freshman in High School, and it left a lasting impact on me – it even inspired some of my own writing. For a poem so short and simple, it conveys so much detail and depth that I’m always left amazed how one could capture the essence of the wind in just ten lines.
But Christina Rossetti did, and she captured it with fluid grace.
The Wind, the Maiden, and the Sun
A cool evening breeze ran across the land, softly soaring above the grassy plains, until it came to a deep valley; there it stopped a moment, considering its option, before howling with glee as it rushed down to the valley-side; down, down, down it dove into the grassy vale, never stopping, never slowing, as the plants bowed down beneath its terrible force. It howled again as it crashed into a narrow stream, casting a splash of water through the air, where it transformed into thousands of dazzling diamonds, each one shifting and moving with life, until they fell back from glory, merging again with the water.
