Anemoi - Winds

The wind has no home on this rocky coast,

it blows horizontal, driven by snake-footed Boreas,

or the blossom bringing Zephyrus, who turns

every flower into a dandelion clock,

blasting petals from the perianth.

There are no crops for Notus’s angry

laying to waste, under the eye of Apollo.

Eurus rages, influences each gust

from the four airy siblings, brings

storms and cruel stinging rain.

The wind boxes the compass

in less than the time it takes

for a hat to blow across

the dunes and into the angry sea.