The Wind Arrived Quietly

The wind arrived quietly, conservatively, meandering around my heart with soft words, playing with tendrils of my being with soft caresses, lulling my soul with gentle softness and light. Summer stretched and wove a ribbon through my emotions given freely and wantonly. Sucking the possibilities deep within to nurture a future of happy-scented days before me. The storm arrived unexpectedly, viciously, tearing and rending my being with no more caresses. Now, cast outside the vortex that surrounds it, my soft words unheard above the roaring noise. A heart now bruised and silent, missing the mark, veering wildly towards some unknown destination in ever decreasing circles like leaves in autumn as they fall silently from the lofty boughs above. Quiet now, my soul still forming words in silence. Never to be heard above the swirling mass roaring above. Wishing for summer days to return with a soft kiss or caring caress whispered to a heart once loved.