Billy Wind is cross tonight,
Throwing storm clouds at the moon,
Rattling, banging, crashing, howling,
Ripping, tearing; sighing

White smoke drifts quietly away from lodge,

like a distant, fond memory I can't seem

to hold on to for long- I

The wind:

Blowing, teasing,

playfully caressing

the leaves

as they cross paths.

Whistling, singing.

dancing with the trees

and

Wind swirls

Know not how

Gentle breeze

Across your brow

Rustling leaves

Musical sound

Quaking aspens

Dearly found

Winds

As gentle as a mothers kiss

upon her babies face

As forceful as some nitroglyce’

Explosive to erase

As kind to push