Photo taken from Public Domain Pictures & Artistically Altered.
The wind bears no animosity
nor is it fickle
inherently
as appearances
are always in flux
though transformative it will be
ushering in both life
and death
for the Anemoi brings forth
all seasons
in turn
where one day the breadth of it
blows clear the darkest clouds
emanating life giving sun
sweet scented
flowers
erupting
the next morn could bring
a stillness of breath
pollution a miasma
of death
yet still always ushering in
tempests and squalls
a familiar to rain
leaving a swath of destruction
to change yet again
with the softest
of breezes
that seem to settle within
touching, reflecting
life’s gentle
rhythm
Anemoi the gods of wind
are the ushers of change
a transformative
jinn
© July 2018 Renee Espriu
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