Waltz With the Wind

Wind wanders
as witness, 
harvesting 
wisdom's 
secrets 

sown from fields 
of time, roaming 

at random.

Now caressing petals 
from fragrant 
gardens, 

now running through 
rank alleyways, 
reeking with refuse; 

enchanted not by one, 
undisturbed by the other- 

simply a spectator. 

Autumn leaves 
waltz with the wind. 

November gold

falls 

a departing yellow flutter 

(one last weightless laugh). 

Scraps of city newsprint 
flutter hither

and thither 
among traveling trails

of restless currents. 

Wind encounters 
countless cohorts 
and plays the game of 
life 
with 
blissful abandon.

Capriciously chatting in whispers, 
sometimes swelling to a shout 

or
howling,
bellowing, 
whistling, roaring 
singing, scolding, 
weeping, 
adoring;

sometimes lilting, sweeping 
and soaring 

sighing, murmuring, 
healing, restoring.

Evening, 
communing with stars, 
winking friends, 

akin to the vastness

from which all breath, all breeze is born, 
to which each gust returns 

and rests in eternity.

Written by :

Integrity