|Wind Blows By
the swaying trees,
with gentle warmth on skin.
Feel it increasing in force,
picking up speed and raising dust
blowing harder, swirling, whirling wind,
thrusting against me as I walk along.
Grasses are lowering beneath its strength,
and branches flop in a frantic dance.
Then time deflates this awesome force.
Dying down, reluctantly,
its gentle lullaby
blows across the lawn.
Entered in Weekly Short Form Poetry Contest
Double Etheree - consists of two 10-line stanzas; the first an Etheree, the second a Reverse Etheree. The syllable counts per line are: 1,2,3,4, etc. to 10; then 10, 9, 8, 7, etc. to 1.