~Mariah~



I blow across the seas to all lands beyond

Coming in Spring to add flowing beauty to fields of daffodils

Being in constant turmoil with umbrellas turning inside out

In summer I rest and lazily play with sailboats on easy waters

Fall is when I kick up my heels and make whirlwinds out of colorful leaves

And whisk up skirts of passers-by

Winter bores me so

I throw raging tantrums, just for something to do

Not meaning to cause blizzards

It is just that I mean nothing to most people

I just want to be noticed

They may dislike my cold breath

But they pretend I am nothing but air . . .

I am more than that

I'm composed of the very essence they need to survive

Being the very graceful movement of nature

The very breath of life



Jana Drake
1977
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