The Wind

 

Today the wind is quiet

Not speaking, nor whispering.

Yet it waits.

It waits and it watches

Not speaking, nor whispering.

 

Soon it will waken and reach

With a groan and a hiss it will reach

And it will speak

But not today

Today it is quiet.

 

Have I heard it?

Yes. It has spoken to me.

It called and it cried and then it howled, as if …

As if it were angry, annoyed

that I might not listen

But I listened.

 

And I felt and I witnessed.

Felt its icy grasp around my bones,

punishing them.

Witnessed it take the shine from the moon as it threw battered clouds across her face.

And I was held, with no escape.

 

I have seen trees bend as if in worship to it

Seen man and beast alike, run from it

Hoping – praying – that its anger would cease.

But …

 

Today the wind is quiet

Not speaking nor whispering

But it will come my friend.

It will come!