"LADY OF WIND"

Blowing, heaving, pushing, sweeping

Death moves through the land.

Hear the cries; see life drifting.



"Lady!" The great Lord cries weeping,

"Do not sacrifice the sacred band!"

Blowing, howling, pushing, sweeping.



Sleep crawls slowly laboring.

All ceases at the motion of her hand.

Hear the cries; see life drifting.



The Lady's wind comes strongly stealing

Thoughts, birth, time's worn sands,

Blowing, heaving, pushing, sweeping.



"Sleep softly," she says, "Until the dawning

time brings renewal to the land."

Hear the cheers; see life rising.



The great Lady returns sighing.

Life begins once again,

Blowing, heaving, pushing, sweeping.

Hear the cheers; see life rising.

By
Lea Docken

Lea is Poetry Editor for Moondance.