Ill Wind

Ill Wind Ill westerly winds were blowing today Carrying the past to my open door And moving old dreams that got in it's way Blowing swept ashes around on the floor Hints of sweet aromas filling the air Swirling boldly with a sharp biting chill Reminding my heart that love is not fair Teasing and testing the mind of it's will It's proclivity for leaving messes Rearranging the dust on old photos Going through boxes from old addresses A front row seat to a rerun floor show Why can't I learn to keep the front door closed One never knows when the west wind will blow __________________________________ On Second Thought Unannounced, she walked right in the front door Cool westerly winds blowing the past in Stirring spent ashes and heartache again And memories of once tender rapport Familiar aromas, the scent of yore At first, it seemed a chill was to begin After a few barbs we talked like old friends Going through some boxes she'd left before Bitterness still lives in both of our hearts Harsh words and actions remain fresh and raw We both concluded that kindness was best It was obvious we had grown apart Once gone, I sat in silence and recalled The first time we met and how she impressed July 2 2016 by Daniel Turner