The Winds of Celebration

The Winds of Celebration

In the swelter of the evening
Hangs the air in desperation,
Left behind while seeking meaning
By the winds of aggravation.

Dropped into the stubborn valley,
Enveloped by defiant oaks
It wallows waiting for to sally
Simmering heat within invokes.

Energy’s anger will transform
The air to rise and meet the sky,
In blackened anvil of the storm,
The hammered air begins to cry.

Its terrible torrential rains
Will wash away the desperate fear,
To clear the air of all its pains
And free it to the atmosphere.

In the cool surge of the evening
Gone the hanging desperation,
Having purpose, having meaning,
Blow the winds of celebration.