Wind

Wind winds through spinifex bushes,

Wrapping cold fingers

Around sliver-sharp leaves,

Making them shiver and tremble.

Glides over choppy seas,

From olive-green to deep dark blue,

Where creatures lurk 

And seaweed writhes

Next to tiny silver fish.

Stirs up soft sand,

Sprints over wet smooth shoreline,

Whirls around sandcastles

And dances with shipwrecked shells.