The wind flapped loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walked on at the wind’s will,—
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)
British poet. The Woodspurge (l. 1–4). . .

Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250–1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.

This exercise gave me a chance to fiddle around with screens and rasters and the pathfinder tools. Blow wind of inspiration!