Winds are weather lords.

They have a home


and are worshiped.

Winds ride green hills at night.


They guide people,

and are wild.


Air groans,

mutters, grunts.


In Goethe, winds wave

noiseless wings.


A sign of hurricane,



are called wind-wurzel

after the wide-spreading


root of a tree. Wind

is a cleanser like fire.


-Ariana Kramer

Ariana Kramer’s poetry is inspired by her appreciation for the natural world and the inner landscape. She lives in Taos, New Mexico where she works as a freelance writer and for the Society of the Muse of the Southwest (SOMOS).


“Wind,” is based on text fragments from Teutonic Mythologie written by Jacob Grimm (1785–1863) and translated into English by James Steven Stallybrass (1826–1888). Jacob and his brother Wilhelm are known as the Brothers Grimm.