Dear Wind....
I felt you blow by me this morning while I strolled alone before the morning dawn.
The brushing sound of rustling leaves that you orchestrated accompanied me like a close friend.
I treasure the effects you have on my surroundings...bringing a refreshing coolness when I'm warm; or warming the empty coolness that often fills my soul.
You stir the memories that reside deep within my heart. -- A familiar scent or a sudden shiver and the way you kiss my face when I meet you head on takes me into another world that so few would even know existed.
I hum a love song that mounts up on your wings and escapes to far away places. And you quickly return the melody while wrapping your arms around me reminding me that though unseen, I feel your presence always.
Let your gales blow on...sweet flurries of life...blow on....
Your breath that flutters past my ears, drowns out the empty voices that whisper to me.
I stop from time to time and look behind, trying to find a trace of your being.
It is your faint breeze that calms the tempest within me.
I stop and gaze as trees sway from your gusts; while the first golden red rays, hinting of another sunrise, dance across their tops. Beams of light try to prevail as they filter their way through the gray canopy of another empty day. One more comforting sign that you are close by.
So few leaves remain now, as another season takes it’s toll. Naked branches mirror my own reaching out to grasp your heart.
I look out across the expanding pasturelands where an earlier frost has robbed the greenery of its life. I know that chill all too well.
And still, I find this blend of warmth and sadness that envelopes me on this day.
Where do I go from here? Can I turn and retrace my steps or continue on this journey along a road that is so familiar, yet, so remotely foreign to my feet.
And so long as I know I can feel you swirl around and in and through me, I guess I shall yield to your sway and smile.
So again, I bid thee…
Let your gales blow on …sweet flurries of life, blow on…