WIND’S METAMORPHOSES, Heidi Gubser
My favorite sound in the Whole wide world Is the sound of wind.
Sitting at the top of a mountain, I watch the orange and yellow trees Dance a delicate, bowing dance, The breeze sifting through their leaves Like soft sand trickling through fingers. In the car ride home, With all of the windows wide open, Madonna singing on our radio, I listen to the wind rushing past, Roaring in my ears. Finally wrapped up in my blankets, Lying peacefully in my dark room, The rain storm thrashes, The lightning brightening the outside world, And I wait to hear the beautiful gusts of air.
SUNSET OVER THE WATER, Eva Lependorf
12 | PHS
