Today the wind seems such a saucy girl
with mischief the main thing on her mind.
She pushes, pulls and bends the bough
Exploring each hidden corner she can find...
Yesterday she was gentle and serene,
Just a soft breeze to stroke your cheek.
Swaying the golden poppies in the field
And rippling the waters in the creek...
My muse and the wind must be sisters
At their pleasure they come and go
Always leaving me to wait and wonder,
Will the wind blow and the words flow....