Yasi at her finest - Rachel Harries

Yasi at her finest by Rachel Harries (17)  White ghosts in uniformPropel the washing line.The echo of Yasi’s wrathWhispers with some divineGentleness that only the treesCan capture.A tinkling wind chimeLong forgotten in branchesOf a young child’s plaything.The slow breathing crunchesAlmost autumn leaves,Softening the blowOf summer in the West.So sing yourself a songTo the cooled night’s beat,Take Yasi by the handAnd she’ll direct your feetIn a dance of the elements,Of complexity, of power.Listen to her exhaleFollow her, watch her soarSee her light up your skyThink of all she’s done before.A neighbour’s life flungThrough the night.We hear only echoes of Yasi’s might.