Wind is the rush of cold that nips at your skin
Wind is the icy fingers of the sky reaching with some lament
Wind carves mountains to look small and thin
Wind gives the feeling of strong movement
Wind carries leaves from hundred year old trees
Wind whips hair back at one's face
It challenges those things meant to stay in place
Wind carries paper containing love letters
It wraps around all life and ruffles bird feathers
Wind knocks open household shutters
It breaks the barrier of stillness and calm
Wind is chaos and noise you can't hold in your palm
Wind is free like a spirit carried out in a psalm
Wind is the feeling of fall beggining
Wind is destruction of every thing living
Wind carries harsh words that come out and sting
Wind carries backlash on every cruel thing
Wind smears the presence of all my makeup
It makes it harder for me to wake up
Wind is the source of so much fine beauty
Yet it makes me want to lift up my hoodie
