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…
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