Wind Dancer

In a moment when attention is supposedly applied somewhere else, I heard the wind outside the window and the first stanza of this poem arrived almost complete.  Muse requested that it was transcribed and when the rest formed I felt that it was ready to post here.





Wind Dancer  -  07 Apr 13


In the darkness
Wind talks
Howls through cracks
Whistles from the keyholes
Drives the rain
To drum on windows
Invitation to the dance

Fife and drum
Play a merry tune
A flurry of carefree feet
And the bourrée begins

In the darkness
Wind walks
Dancing through all the
Secret places
Invitation is given
For you to follow
In the dance

Curious how Muse picks interesting moments in which to present me with a source of inspiration.