Ill Winds of Change
It was a miserable sultry day
Humidity hung like lemons on trees
heavy air filled my lungs
beads of sweat clung to my skin
this heat was difficult to bear
and stifling to try to breathe
I wanted to be relieved and wished
for a cooling summer breeze
I felt a sudden chill later that day
a drafty wind as he walked by
He moved in a brisk pace
but I glimpsed the furrow of his brow
Sweeping winds of change were written
in frosted crystals on his callous face
Without so much as a whisper
the temperature dipped in my heart
If this is how the cool winds blow
I'd prefer the spike of Summer heat
over his glacial attitude and aloof demeaner
From my eyes... fell flakes of Winter snow
I could not read what was in his eyes
They were clouded window panes
I can't even begin to surmise
what brought on the change in him
My lips turned blue as the ill wind blew
until it penetrated my soul
His looks were blocks of ice. He built a wall
I kept climbing it until my pulse grew weak
and then I'd tumble and fall
North winds had a strong hold on him
I couldn't melt his frozen heart
and mine was dying from lack of warmth
I took flight to save my life on a frigid night
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September 1st, 2017
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