| Who Owns the Wind? Who owns the wind? who possesses the heart, who dances with the maypoles when the ribbons stream east? O balmy Wind, alight upon our dappled skin truly near is the fragrant billow pine needles languish over earth-claw roots amid these days of butter and pansies This I saw along the forget-me-not road the fleecy welkin tying up our longings the Ivy fancying to taste Sun�s breath the briar patch ensnaring the fallen seed Eagles circle low over bursts and buds the berry trees wave a heavy bough a constellation of bright ripe eyes ever portals for harvest whispers shalome � 2004 |