
Who has seen the wind
In its invisible cloak?
I have.
I have.
Branches sway
As it whispers away.
Waves dance on the lake
In its buffeting wake.
Leaves tumble and swirl
When its eddies whirl.
A hat blows away;
That’s the wind at play.
Then it lifts the hem of a dress
With an impish caress.
A slamming door
A swift downpour
A furling flag
A slipstream drag
A burst of snow
A reed bowed low
A scudding cloud
A foggy shroud…
Who has seen the wind
In its invisible cloak?
You have.
You have.