Blow, Healing Wind

    by Esther Greenleaf Mürer

Blow, healing wind, wherever you list.

Swirl the sand in magic patterns;

Ripple the dunes with mystic runes

That only the birds can read.

Dance, gladsome sand, in time with the wind.

Garb the land in festal raiment;

Swaddle the town in a dazzling gown

Against her bridal day.

Chastening wind,

The grains of sand are at your service.

Sting the eyes of mighty rulers,

Grind majestic rocks to ghostly pillars,

Carve your name on the earth!

Use us, O wind, however you will.

Though the task be rough and bruising,

Yet we know 'twill leave us rounder,

Rounder than before.

© 2009 Esther Greenleaf Mürer

Esther Greenleaf Mürer lives in Philadelphia.  At 73, she considers herself an emerging poet. Her work has been recently published or is forthcoming in Mimesis, The Externalist, Town Creek Poetry, and Unsplendid.