Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by. ~ Christina Rossetti
And all about him was the wind now, a pervasive sighing trough great
emptiness, as though the prairie itself was breathing in long gusting
breaths, unhampered by the buildings of town, warm and living against
his face and in his hair....
People were forever born; people forever died, and never were again.
Fathers died and sons were born; the prairie was forever, with its wind
whispering through the long, dead grasses, through the long and endless
silence. Winter came and spring and fall, then summer and winter
again; the sun rose and set again, and everything that was once -- was
again -- forever and forever. But for man, the prairie whispered --
never
-- never. For Brian's father -- never.... There were no catches of
breath, simply tears as he stood alone in the silence that stretched
from
everlasting to everlasting ~ W. O. Mitchell, Who Has Seen the Wind
Quotes about wind, life, death
