Book of Poems

Which Way?

How do you know

which way the wind blows?

Could it be the leaves whipping here and there,

or the soft, cool breeze that stirs your hair?

Could it be the snow that falls to the ground,

that falls endlessly, mercilessly without a sound?

Could it be the trees that creak and moan,

or the dance of the corn last year was sown?

Could it be the waves that crash and roar,

or the flight of birds wings on which that they soar?

It could be some of these things, all of these things, or none of them at all

However you know you cannot ignore the power of its call

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