A Wayward Mistral

52678_weather_vane_smAll hands are off the wind, today

It flies free off the crest of an ocean wave

It must have watched with envy

The inland breezes

Hankering to taste the calm, green places

 

On swift feet it visits us now

It bandies leaves

Pushes the trees

Their drooping posture momentarily corrected

They let fly oranges in protest

Scorning these tokens

The shift mistral hurls past our shed

Disappearing at last over the dunes

 

L. R. Styles is an author with Belator Books

(  Word Count 48,731 #NaNoWriMo )

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