once a gentle breeze
a ravaging wind
announced its arrival

a low rumble boring down
roaring across a sublime landscape
now broken and torn

hungry after hours of travel
chewing up trees
spitting them out

an appetite unsated
an anger unsatisfied
pink flesh uneaten

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day One Hundred and Sixty Five: 4th January 2013

Swirling across the open paddocks,
It rushes and weaves,
Caressing bark and blade,
Buffeting dry rustling leaves,
Invisible it travels,
Gaining strength,
While gradually slowing,
A cool breeze.

Watercolour on Handmade Paper

Watercolour on Handmade Paper

Day One Hundred & Twelve: 12th November 2012

The wind plays tricks,
Whispering through the weather-boards,
Walls creaking, Curtains wafting,
A thud at the back door,
Gente blowing in my ear,
Squeaky floorboards.

The couch becomes deeper
a safe place to hide
from things
That go bump in the night.

The Wind Plays Tricks: Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012