Sometimes wind moves in secret <br />Like a lover or a moon <br />Sometimes a board will answer <br />Or a shutter or a loon <br />Sometimes wind answers itself <br />Like a woman at the mirror <br />And sometimes no one's present <br />Or unwilling to hear <br /> <br />Wind moans over graveyards <br />As if weeping for the dead <br />Wind howls at the windows <br />Like it wants you, in your bed <br />Wind steals kites of children <br />Without making any sound <br />And wind tears off your head scarf <br />But lifts hair, like a crown <br /> <br />Wind sighs round a lighthouse <br />Like a sailor blown off course <br />Wind whispers in the rigging <br />Like a breeze has lost its voice <br />Wind dies in the harbor <br />When the moon is sailing high <br />But wind sings before morning <br />When the twilight blush is nigh<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-wind-moves-in-secret/
