I’ve been spending a fair bit of time with my grand daughter. A couple of days ago there was a NaPoWriMo prompt for a “charm or spell “. This is Amelia’s spell. She’s the King Canute of moving air…

                                             wind

                                                (for Amelia)

blow, wind

dry the sweat of my brow

cool my head

lift the wisps of hair falling on my face

blow, wind

move green leaves so they dance against blue sky

blow, wind

bend the trees

blow, wind

blow today’s weather to yesterday and tomorrow’s to today

stop, wind

that’s enough.

stop.

good job, wind.