WIND STORIES

WIND STORIES

Cold wind whispering in the chimney

Calling to me as I sit beside my fire

Cold wind telling me of Winter

Of ice……Of snow

Of hoary frost painting pictures in glazed puddles

Of diamond pendants hanging delicately outside my window

Of scarves……Of mittens

Of fur-lined boots

Of timid steps upon slippery pavements

Of Christmas card scenes

Stage-coaches……Robins

Holly and Christmas Rose

But cold wind reminding me that there are seasons

That there will come a warmer time

When, instead of ice and snow

I will hear of sun and showers

Of flowers beginning to show their wary heads above the still hard earth

Of lighter clothing……Surer footsteps

Of holidays and high days

Ice-cream and sand

But then I shall no longer be beside my fire

I shall be a part of these happenings

Yet still listening to the wind - now balmy

As I walk upon the cliff

Looking down upon the ocean

Or lying `neath tree`s shade hearing of your stories

As you whisper through the leaves

Ah! Wind!

Your call ever thrills me

You conjure up so many pictures in my mind

Sailing boats battling against the tempest

Dandelion `angels` floating in a gentle breeze

Ah! Wind!

Keep on thrilling me with your stories

For when I can no longer hear you

I will be able to recall those yarns

1994