Wind

The Wind

I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies’ skirts across the grass—
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all—
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song.

O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song.


Robert Louis Stevenson


Wind is the order of the day around here. Three days running. Long sustained winds. Gusting harder, faster, colder.

My little seedlings are battered and blown. Wilting and weary. They are longing for the sun and the light warm breezes. Still it blows and blows and blows...