Poetry - "The Shape of the Wind"

The Shape of the Wind...

by
john codwell


The arctic blasts turn men into plaster casts
They take the shape of the wind
The ragged sails carved by the gales
They take the shape of the wind

The shrewd and wise with half closed eyes
Can guess the way of the wind
They bend and bow and go with the flow
They take the shape of the wind

The evening fires make crooked spires
As they give way to the shape of the wind
My ice cold breath meets it’s sudden death
As it takes the shape of the wind

And all our life with all it’s strife
Is nought but the shape of the wind
So no longer resist, no more desist
Just accept the shape of the wind