Listen to the Wind

Younger days // pounds lighter // full of energy

I climbed the mountain at Hone Quarry

all the way to the top

where winds speak harshly

and pines bend and twist

downwind in their wake

I paused to rest // sitting still

eavesdropping on nature

whispering secrets

Today is Quadrille Monday, when we write a poem of exactly 44 words. Kim asked us to use the word eavesdrop in any form we like as our prompt. I decided to take my eavesdropping to the top of the mountain in the George Washington National Forest, in Virginia. I was amazed at how twisted the short scrub pines were up there. The wind up there never seems to stop blowing across the top. This is a train of consciousness poem.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

41 thoughts on “Listen to the Wind

  1. Dwight, I enjoyed this post, on its merits and because I have fond memories of living in sight of the George Washington National Forest. Our family used to hike and camp there when my 51-year-old daughter was growing up. Once we took a pot of homemade beef vegetable soup, built a fire in the grill, and went sledding in the snow while the soup was warming up! Have a great day! Cheryl

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  2. No mountains in our flat county of Norfolk, Dwight, but we do have plenty of wind-blasted trees in all kinds of amazing shapes, so I enjoyed accompanying you to eavesdrop on nature at the top of a mountain in a national forest – plenty of trees to listen to there. I also enjoy stream of consciousness poems, especially ones that take me back to the poet’s youth. I particularly love the personification of the winds (speaking harshly) causing the pines to bend and twist.

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