it was my favorite

I read this poem so many times when I was little. We had a quaint little orange book filled with poetry. It still sits on the bookcase in the den. I could probably say this one frontwards, sdrawkcab and ǝpısdn uʍop...
In honor of the weather today :)

















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