The Joy of Wind

The Joy of Wind Wind isn't spiteful. Wind doesn't intentionally ruffle your coiffure Gusts may act like a harried paramour, tugging at clothes, desperate for your ardour It casually casts aside fripperies that are not secure It disregards human constructs propriety, modesty, decency. Be silent your rancour. Wind is kind. You caress my cheeks with gentle kisses Your finger wisps tingle my scalp You blow leaves off my lawn You surprise me with the gift of next door's trampoline You dust the archives of my mind, stirring up long abandoned memories. You bring me the smells of the seaside You carry to me the sounds of home You rustle wildflowers in a field to bring me floral scents You carry the sounds of distant dreams Your breeze refreshes stale air. You bring peace, in the knowledge that there is something greater than me, that is uncontrollable but kind. Wind isn't spiteful It is wild It is untamable Bound by rules, the world needs reminding So abandon your uptightness Play wild with the wind. 19 May 2022