A slight shiver of the trees
is considered by windologists
as a mourning, not to be confused
with a vibrant tousle of a leaf,
which is, not surprisingly, its opposite:
joy. A bird, flying just below gale-force
winds is persistence. Although, any bird
flying above such winds is called, well,
I’m not sure there’s a name for that
quite yet, as we have yet to see such a sight —
but no doubt it does exist. A wicker chair,
flipped upside down and siding across
the porch is an easy and familiar
tone: wrath. Winds don’t prefer to be
angry, but who does? A sudden gust
gone as quickly as it came is a grief.
A cool breeze is a jealousy, while a warm
breeze is just as you might expect —
and is called longing.
— ANDREA LAWLER
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