Mystery Breeze

Sometimes a breeze can be a pleasurable presence. It makes the curtains shimmy as it creeps into my room. They ripple with a twitch and flutter now, pleasant with a warmish ruffle. But that breeze becomes a wind, the curtains wobble, riffle, ripple. Warmth has become wintry: a wobble and a ruffle bestow violence now with a blow. Close that window and tell that gust to go, quit, take leave. Yes, it does have a name I try not to utter. (30 Nov 2024)