Popular Poems About Wind

The slow roll of the twilight gray
comes to kiss the day away
in nimbostratus billow sky
and silhouettes for every eye

of leafless branch and naked twig
in lumber slumber for the sprig...
we hope to see, come what may,
after winter has had its say.

Something has to blast the last leaf off the tree
and all the scrub jays and squirrels know it well
as vassals of bomb cyclone authority
or a mighty atmospheric river swell...

all over their mobbing of the dangle cobb
cuz those little devils have kernels to rob
from a zephyr bandied helix wire cage...
branch moored in a gauge thick enough for rampage!