Open windows wide admitted you to my slumber.
The Iroquois knew you well, my favourite of all winds,
Warm and strong,
Lifting the water on the lake to caps white,
Coming down to me from the sweep,
Lifting the goslings tightly tied in their families knot,
Lifting my spirit
As the sun lifts light through the sky.
South wind,
Blowing the black locust flowers
The small, pear-shaped, white ones,
Moving rhythmically with you in their droopy cluster.
Pendulous yellow Barberry,
Yellow upside down Buttercups,
Non native Barberry and Buttercup
Both maligned
By non native botanists,
Your prodding moves them.
Silver side up
Palmate, five lobed
Leaves' downy silver underside exposed
Exposed, dangling seeds
Winging
In the SouthWind.
Up at 4:30. Think I need another coffee
Love to all
and the South wind! https://www.youtube.com/