The wind blows
whipping the trees to and fro
Tearing the colored leaves from their summer residence
There's a storm brewing this night.

Like the witch's stew, all the ingredients are there.
Looking to the horizon the clouds billow up
Big and Black
The wind howls mournfully and the trees groan......
As I watch from my window
the branches are blown to one side then flung to the other.
Such FURRY.

I wish I could see the wind.
Invisible to my eyes
I see what it does
the havoc that it wreaks.

Oh cruel wind, where is your mercy?

You have grown cold since last I knew you.
You were only but warm summer breezes.
Soon you will become frigid and heartless.
Blowing over the frozen land sucking warmth from all you caress.
The touch of death....

Where Death has passed
Rebirth must come in its wake
A new breezes is born and the cold fades away.
Young breezes gently warm all winter held in its icy grip
Slowly at first
with an explosion
Life shall come forth in all its glory.
Melt the ice from my heart