The whirling air, the developing storm

The whirling air, the developing storm
in the broad ocean. The bands that warp and bend
above the waves whipped up by a churning wind
that spins above the earth. The water harms

the land, gives the mountains and valleys form
and regulates the temperature. I stand
in the morning air measuring a shadow of mind
on the soft sod, listening to birds perform

in dynamic trees. Under the undulating curtain
of cloud I hear her sing the warm and loud
song of a gypsy. O how I've longed to obtain

the beloved in an object! O how the mud
is a dark brown hue! The whirling of the rain
is a music articulated by the clouds.