I taste the air when wind is from the North
And know that winter's snows are never far
With danger in her teeth she'll sally forth
The slashing blade that always leaves a scar
Or from the East she changes through the year
In Summer dry and filled with welcome sun
In Winter bitter chilled and dressed with fear
That frozen nights and days have just begun
The Southerly is warm and gently blown
To brighten blooms and ripen farmer's crops
You'd think that I could love this breeze alone
But there's another wind that is the tops
From South of West the wind has come from you
And's touched with news of every thing you do
In a list
A contest entry
- Wind by Peteskid.
1000 points, ended September 15, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This poem reminds me of Keats.
It brings back 'To Autumn' to me. You have written well and I can feel the emotion alive in this sonnet.
I like the 'taste' in the air, 'dressed with fear' and the last wind, the best of all. You have woven another perspective into your poem, when human love comes into the picture.
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This is truly a beautiful sonnet and it flows like the breezes you portray. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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wonderfully done my sweet foreigner.
Loved everyword...I was sweating it for a minute LMAO
Great job and best wishes in the contest
Love
Passions
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I sense a change in the sonnet like the change in the winds so elegantly described building to the final couplet, meter seems quite strict but expression is wonderful not confined at all, remarkable,... really a remarkable sonnet for its tone and expression. The words are accessible and open words. Excellent. Thank you for this fine entry into the contest and best of luck in the judging...PK
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