Edward Waters         Bard of the Grey Wind

By Edward Waters
(Copyright © 27 March 1992)


       empty space
the air before me,
       immaterial and without force --
Until an eddy stirs,
       save in the leaves which are its sport;
Until the trees themselves sway in its worship;
Until the very elements
       of water, earth, and fire
       are humbled or exalted
       at their elder brother's whim;
Until invisibility is long forgotten
       in the sense-absorbing image of
       the storm.       

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