The Wind Blows
Autumn
2005

The wind blows
Tree branches sway
Careless water flows
Along, away, astray.

Brown leaves dance
In a trance
Around in circles
In repeating cycles

Kissing my face,
Fingering my hair
Continuously, wind races
It’s its flair

Invisible, ungraspable, unpredictable,
Whisperings barely audible
Seas, mountains, meadows,
The wind blows.