Aeolistic

Inaniloquent and aeolistic though my venting be
Therein lies the venal veined root of my vanity
My wind weighed thoughts and airy dreams
Gather as glitter 'pon fairy-ferried gleams
Only to umbrageously usurped be
As darkly drearily comes calling calamity

windy days

yes, for the purpose of launching what may constitute an e-version of the 'hot-air' charge associated with multifarious venting  and opining on diverse topics of little import; I shall begin by waxing poetically on the windy ways of  recent days;

O WIND

Why moan you so;

So soulfully, mournfully sad?

So hurriedly you go

No end

No rest ever to be had.

O friend

Of years past

Gone too fast

And those yet to be,

Of salty tear

And banished fear

-Always a comfort to me!