The duties of the Wind are few,
To cast the ships, at Sea,
Establish March, the Floods escort,
And usher Liberty.
The pleasures of the Wind are broad,
To dwell Extent among,
Remain, or wander,
Speculate, or Forests entertain.
The kinsmen of the Wind are Peaks
Azof – the Equinox,
Also with Bird and Asteroid
A bowing intercourse.
The limitations of the Wind
Do he exist, or die,
Too wise he seems for Wakelessness,
However, know not i.
I really like this poem, and I learned a new word! Yay! It’s always good to explore poems and look up the words you don’t know. For me it was Azof – I thought she’d made it up, but no! dictionary.reference.com
(my favourite online dictionary) says the following:
“Sea of, a northern arm of the Black Sea connected with the Black Sea by Kerch Strait. About 14,500 sq. mi. (37,555 sq. km).”
So there you go!
Lis Goodwin, your voice coach