Gustful

[T]hey sat / Beneath a world-old yew-tree, darkening half / The cloisters, on a gustful April morn / That puff'd the swaying branches into smoke / Above them, […]

The said season being passed, there is no danger or difficulty to keep it [preserved meat] gustful all the year long.

The wind, ruffling up the lane, drove a gustful of loose sand against her like spray, and bore in the hollow boom of breaking waves, which seemed to take her breath.

In the pictures we get a view of miles of scenery, the mountain tops, the horsemen galloping along the road, the soldiers charging a position. We see the waving of the tree branches, the wind blowing the girl's tresses. We get nature in gustfuls.

[…] when the southwest wind savaged his villa and roared in the chimneys and slapped its windows with gustsful of rain and promised to wet that author thoroughly and exasperatingly down his neck and roimd his wrists and ankles directly he put his nose outside his door.

The birds began to drop, loose bundles of feathers that bounced as they hit the ground, and made an ankh as the last gustful of wind was knocked out of them.

[…] as a tree trunk stirs somewhere in front into a dark-cloaked shepherd boy rising like a goblin gustful of leaves and staring from under his old cloth cap, dumb till I’m past him.