Wild wind whistles, ready to play.
He blusters; birds hide as branches bounce and sway.
He swirls leaves and trash ‘til he makes a dizzy pile.
Next, his favorite joke: howling at the moon, wolf-style.
He creeps, playing ghost, ’til night turns to day,
But at sunrise, he’s lonely. He’s frightened friends away.
Wind swings alone thinking, forming a plan:
“I’ll whisper,” Wind decides, “as softly as I can.”
Then Whisper Wind dances and plays the wind chime.
The birds flit and float, the ants march in time.
He brings out the sun, blowing dark clouds away,
And whispers through windows, “Come out to play!”
Lindsay is delighted to be the submissions coordinator and blogmaster for Eastern PA SCBWI. She writes YA fiction and picture books, and is represented by Heather Flaherty at the Bent Agency. Say howdy on Twitter @bandy_lindsay !