“Ways to Say Wind” by William Stafford
Moves in the woods without
touching the ground.
Crosses the mountains like a
scarf between peaks.
From a flat and then kicked-up ocean
creams along the shore.
Pummels clouds.
Lets a leaf come down in style.
When the sun goes down brings
the first cold star.
Reminds the valley about snow.
When bushes move talks like
a rabbit.
Lost all night, calls for
friends-help-justice.
Remembers the dead.
My Name Is William Tell, 1992