Wind

I listen to the wind,
as it drives the drfting snow.
I hear it as it howls,
and I wonder if it knows.

I listen to the wind,
blow through the branches bare,
and marvel at the powers,
that flow through on the air.

I listen to the wind,
as it rolls back warm again,
with strings of geese and songbirds
and soft life giving rain.

I listen to the wind,
blow through the leaves of trees,
and thank it for it's coolness,
and embrace the summer breeze.

I listen to the wind,
as it waves the grasses gold,
with Autumn leaves and splender,
and nights,returning cold.

I listen to the wind,
as it drives the drfting snow.
I hear it as it howls,
and I wonder if it knows.



copyright 1995 by J.R.Peterson