My Dear Companion

My friend the wind, her shape
visible only in effects:
In the locust tree, so delicate her doings,
a dance through lace.
On my cheek, her affection soft and tender.
In the broad green arms of the forty- foot pine,
she’s passionate and wild with grace.

This morning with a frisky slap
she overturns a pot of dahlias.
This afternoon, she caresses my neck
like lightest touch of silk.
Tonight, the wind through trees
sings her song in the voice
of all the grieving beings on earth.

My friend the wind, she keeps
on showing me how
to change my shape like she does;
to stand up tall and praise the stars,
or bend to love a dandelion.
To rock the cradle or shout, Resist!
Or whisper, as needs be.

The wind, my dear companion,
she teaches me to send
secret love, invisible love,
love that scours and freshens,
love that tousles the sleepers awake!
Love that changes
every being it touches.

©Susa Silvermarie 2025