The wind blows today.
It will go away
In time leaving me refreshed,
Yet my soul can not for long rest.
Children lark about
Which runs like an express train
For long be still.
Listening to the leaves
A need to write.
There is delight, in the wind chimes which on occasion sound,
Speaking of things more profound
Than I who am tied to this shifting ground.
The wind has dropped now
And I wonder how
My poem will be understood
By those who would
To find meaning in words that erratically fly,
From one who sits listening to a barking dog, who cares not
I have to say
On this sunny, wind swept day.