Waving Leaves

We had two very windy days in my area a couple of days ago. It was pleasure to watch the wind in the trees surrounding my home. Gusts were thirty plus MPH.

My house sits high on a ridge about five stories above a meadow. The trees below the ridge line are either lower than the many windows of my home or we view the tree’s foliage in the middle of the tree.

The view was especially poignant during the  wind gusts.

Waving Leaves

© 2013 Rolland G. Smith

I watched the roiling waves of green

Devoid of shore and sandy scene.

They rolled and tumbled with the wind

In ebb and flow, advance, rescind.

The graceful waves are from the breeze

That moves the leaves among the trees

Just like the ocean’s waves on shore

My gaze is wanting, wanting more.

But here there is no tidal force

It’s just the wind in blowing course.

It moves in gusts of rhythmic dance

And holds my sight long past a glance.