The Winds of Change

I know it's not winter yet, but I wrote this: The wind, curling, meandering stealthily shares its history slinking, down alleys, seeping around every entity, into the bones of life A giant growling, fearless creature arcing its back low – preying On each new discovery, traveling the world it howls at night, and then lashes out - during the day! Shoving past unseen, its invisible breath Shakes our immortal dreams of change forever watching but waiting Bringing hope; it has stroked the forehead of the sick Bringing doom; it has crushed the bones of the earth And then, with its loud roar it has brought death to the fragile and has twirled the world into chaos Wrap up tight for he awaits, his icy lick prowling for the naked flesh He is unforgiving, playful, but forever immortal…