The Wind Has Words

on long branches
of cedars
on slim needles
of pines
on thick bushes
of yews
discontinuous
the wind
stirs rhythms
of dances

          arouses quirky tunes

for a while
the rain pelts down again

          your face
          returns
          a sudden remembrance

the hair soaked
with wind
with rain
with laughter

          the look
          green light dispersed

vivid bubbles of air
cursory over water
memories

          the wind has words