SUNSET OVER THE WATER Eva Lependorf

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

They start as a whisper, Then grow more and more Vehement and furious, fierce And blaring, louder And louder, Moaning and howling, Groaning and growling.

Wind’s lithe gentleness, Its overpowering voice, Its strength and force, Make me almost believe that It must have a personality, Or at least thoughts and feelings. For nothing As graceful, as moody, as commanding, Could be void of joy, Of passionate excitement, Of devastating anger And emotional frustration.

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