To The Air

by The Rev Anthea Ballam

Spirits of the air
Riders of the wind
I hear you –
And marvel;
Your invisible powers
Are for all to see.

Your song is beautiful and terrible
As you rage across the white wastes
Of this, our perfect planet –
Your siren music shrieks
Across the Tundra
Howls across the manicured
lawns and condos of Florida –
Whipping the leaves of palm trees
Whisking froth on giant seas
Screaming and diving
North, South East and West
Your power is supreme.

But on sunny days
In gentle meadows
Resting on a hot beach
We long for your touch
Your perfect breeze –
Cool, loving and gentle
And we thank you.