Riddle of the Winds of Fate
The wind like time
Does not beg permission
It does not pause for longing hands
It moves illusively disappearing
Coming and going
Weaving the strands of tomorrow
into fleeting dreams transcended
From the bones of yesterday
It waits unseen in silent stillness
mummering with mystery
charging into an array
of constant cycles of energy
Touching everything
In its river of drifting sighs and huffing gusts
Its anger devours with
Screeching tempests
Swallowing the lifeless forms
Without discretion
Making alive and moving
All that lies in its wake
At the crossroads of departure
Spinning like a bird in flight
You are taken in its wake
Uplifted into its command
Within the chasms of little choice
Unsurmountable mountains of truth
Lay just ahead in perilous wait
Only to come to rest
Succumbing to the valleys of peace
To witness destiny
Copyright © Lonna Blodgett | Year Posted 2025
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