Look
After “Wind” acrylic painting by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Can you see Wind Woman
throned on her cloud?
In June, she breathes life into plants
pushes waves on the ocean
ripples inland lakes.
Come July, she will tease a breeze
across your arm with a welcome chill
on a swelter-sweat day.
Listen —you can hear her
smooth-talk the pines
chatter the Aspens.
After an August afternoon rain
there’s pavement perfume
and that sweet, summer-fresh air.
Watch how she purses her lips
oh so slightly, to release muted
sky-breath the moment after
a dahlia sun descends into night.
Wind Woman readies us for quiet
her half-closed eye pauses for sleep
even the black line of her brow
points toward night and rest
from labors of the day.