Original Poems About Wind
These original poems about wind are an offering to that great, mysterious, smile-inducing force that sweeps across plains, up mountains, and through pine trees. Wind is a relief from heat, an intensifying of the cold. It precedes storms and shakes trees. It’s beautiful, fragrant, frightening, and massive.
I’m pretty intrigued by wind, so I’ll continue to update this small collection as I write more poems about wind. Please share these poems with your outdoorsy, adventurous friends and family.
Leave a comment at the bottom with your favorite poem from the list, will you?
You may also want to check out: Hiking Poems, Mountain Poems, Sunset Poems
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1.
What does wind symbolize
but my go-somewhere-else desires?
it dries my hazel eyes
but my curiosity never tires
We mustn’t stay rooted
in the places where we nest
these die-someday bodies aren’t suited
for a lifetime of untraveled rest
2.
It wisps and walks among us
hanging about our hair
the wind is alive and well!
I know no perfume so fair
The pine and moss and Earth
the damp leaves and new flowers
I might stay here forever
through another many
Spring’s showers
3.
The wind plays in the meadow
tagging flowers
and laughing in my ears
The wind doesn’t know
where he’ll play next
and hasn’t for all his years
4.
The sea and pines
came together
and the wind
joined their dance
and I
I laid there
smiling
5.
Where does the wind sleep?
she laughed.
6.
The sunset stole the wind
her breath seemed quite dull
beneath the oranges and pinks and yellows
of an evening in mountainous fall.
I thought nothing of her cold kisses
on my all-day hiking cheeks
the sun was setting quickly
and painting her forever reverent peaks.
7.
It’s a weather forecast
and cold wind
pulling down through the trees
Then it’s a fine rain
like soft needles falling
from a blue ridge fog
Then it’s the sun
a clouded and blue and yellow relief
from something I didn’t need relief from
It’s the warming sun
and some rugged hillside
and my day has just begun
though I’ve been hiking
for near five hours
8.
Steal a kiss
from the mountain’s generous wind
and she’ll turn you
into a prince
of no great desire
9.
The wild wrapped me
in briars and cold wind
in sore feet
and a runny nose
and I laughed
and held her tight
10.
Wind doesn’t care
who you are
or what you look like
it just rustles your hair
and kisses your cheek
11.
I want to have a dream tonight
about wild winds whipping
through this city
and vines reclaiming their perches
and drowsy deer
laying easily
in this used-to-be
parking lot
12.
I’d like to spend more birthdays
with the wind singing
through the trees
“happy birthday to you”
the mountain’s lovely breath
rustling merry leaves
13.
The grandeur of wilderness
will forever endure
in those who pursue her sweet song
whistling in a mountain wind
so pure
14.
Clouds happy
over the pines
they go with the breeze
and the rain
cleared my mind
Did you have a favorite of these wind poems? Let me know in the comments. Thanks for reading!
