A Relationship with the Wind
I don’t always like the wind
Quite often, I detest it
Sometimes even curse it
Wonder why it exists
Wish it didn’t
Shudder violently when it drives rain into me
buffets snow against me
Stings me with Winter’s chill
Makes my ears ache and throb
Draws heat from my finger tips
But today …
I smiled as a cool breeze
Said good morning
It wrapped around me
Like a buddy giving a quick shoulder hug
I picked up my pace
As I breathed in the scents
Of soon to be hatched Spring
Praised the way it carried the ducks
As their “V” formations pointed North
Apologized for doubting the gifts
My friend Wind brings me daily
Ken Goree
I don’t always like the wind
Quite often, I detest it
Sometimes even curse it
Wonder why it exists
Wish it didn’t
Shudder violently when it drives rain into me
buffets snow against me
Stings me with Winter’s chill
Makes my ears ache and throb
Draws heat from my finger tips
But today …
I smiled as a cool breeze
Said good morning
It wrapped around me
Like a buddy giving a quick shoulder hug
I picked up my pace
As I breathed in the scents
Of soon to be hatched Spring
Praised the way it carried the ducks
As their “V” formations pointed North
Apologized for doubting the gifts
My friend Wind brings me daily
Ken Goree
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