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The Summer Wind

Posted on August 12, 2013August 14, 2013 by Red Dirt Kelly

prairie

A southern breeze was born

far before the central Oklahoma horizon.

Darting across the prairies, bumping over the lakes

it grew in strength and unpredictability.

By the time it reached my four-room home

the wildness forced a path through our porch screen door,

under my bedroom window sill covered in cracking pale blue paint,

and around the corners of white vinyl siding

imprinted with tiny ridges.

Whooo-OOO bellowed the gales.

 

My four year-old eyebrows lifted, while my legs chased

the noise through my home’s center

and out the back door.

Practically falling down the back steps,

my chase ended as I saw the noisy blusters

take shape by lifting and expanding sheets hung on the

steadfast clothesline wire.

As the fully masted linens released the

grass-scented air with pops! at their hems,

I chased that wind until my scrawny legs gave way to fatigue.

The wind was older, stronger and faster.

 

Collapsing into the prairie grass-covered pasture,

I closed my eyes and listened.

The wind hadn’t gone after all.

Its infinity caresses passed over the tufts of Love grasses,

rattling the small dried seed pods.

Its fingers played with the wisps of my summer-colored hair

on my forehead and cheeks.

The folds of my ears created a new

whistle for the breeze to play,

to slide across, finishing with a high G-sharp.

The noise vibrated the membrane in my ear.

“I am here,” the whistle told me.  “I’ll always be around.”

 

The wind became my friend that day

and when the occasional draft bursts across my face now,

I want to dance with it on the prairie,

accompanied by the percussive rattle of Love grass seed pods,

until I fall into the sweet pasture’s arms

because my legs have no more strength.

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Category: Art, Poetry

6 thoughts on “The Summer Wind”

  1. kenny says:
    August 13, 2013 at 7:32 am

    Sounds like my youth. This describes OK so well. Mom B.

    1. Red Dirt Kelly says:
      August 13, 2013 at 7:43 am

      I’m glad the OK wind was part of so many youths’ lives. I hope our prairie stays alive to dance with our future too.

  2. Southwest Sara says:
    August 12, 2013 at 11:26 pm

    Love the word pictures you have drawn with this piece! Simply beautiful!

    1. Red Dirt Kelly says:
      August 13, 2013 at 6:54 am

      Thank you, Southwest Sara!

  3. Rose Marie B says:
    August 12, 2013 at 11:13 pm

    Oh Kelly, I loved this post! Such a beautiful experience that you painted with your words.

    Hugs,
    Rose

    1. rdk says:
      August 12, 2013 at 11:20 pm

      Hugs are a great way to finish dancing with the wind…back atcha, Rose!

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