Who Has Seen the Wind?

A trip out to a local corn maze went awry (silly me, for even attempting to go on the last weekend of the season!), so a little Thanksgiving prairie photo-shoot took its place.  It's nice sometimes to stop and appreciate the local splendours right under my own feet here in Alberta. That includes appreciating the style and craftsmanship of the locally produced Cinder + Smoke dress I bought recently. It's truly the perfect autumn dress!  That 60s/70s mustard mohair vintage cape I wore? It's coming to the shop, shortly, but, boy was it cozy! Hurry, before I change my mind! Ditto with the 1930s purse! 20s/30s chenille beret is staying with me for now.  

High above the prairie,

platter-flat,

the wind wings on,

bereft and wild its lonely song.

It ridges drifts

and licks their ripples off;

it smoothens crests,

piles snow against the fences.

.................................

A meadow lark sings

and it is spring.

And summer comes.

A year is done.

Another comes

and it is done.

Where spindling poplars lift

their dusty leaves

and wild sunflowers stare,

the gravestones stand

among the prairie grasses.

Over them a rapt

and endless silence lies.

This soil is rich.

--W.O. Mitchell, Who Has Seen the Wind?