Devil Wind

The Wind
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you
But when the leaves stand trembling
The wind is passing through
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by
Christina Rosetti

Devil wind, you quarantine me in this stale air where I can hardly breathe and I feel the summertime sickness drawing over me.

Oh for the summertime; sweet, sweet summertime. I grow pale here, wasting away with my wishing for your abundant flowers and sunshine. But for that nasty wind, I would venture into the yard and rake 'til I could see green grass sprouting from the thawing land. I would turn my face into your tender rays, pretending I was warm, which I am, though wooly.

But alas the razor edges of the wind’s nails screech across the marsh and whip my hair into frenzy. And so I cower here, peruse my island zines, and convalesce.