The Sound Of Wind And Prayer by Phil McNulty
Air-song wind, a seraphic chorus through the trees.
Secret, confessional, skittish wish of rustled leaves.
A prayerful donnish breeze anoints the neck and face.
Then, stridor bore and flattened grass. Another place.
The Redwood trunks unbrace then bow with Birch and Beech.
Skeleton leaves, the white of bark, in lieu of speech.
The force of gusting reach subdues both Firs and Palms.
Which undulate as waves, intoning numbered psalms.
The low-murmuring prophesy soon turns the sheep and cows
As grey rain sheets in curtains, cross fell, vale and sloughs.