The Wind

by Cheryl Birch


Warm all over
Sitting in the sun
Delicate breeze blowing
Gently moves my hair

Unseen fingers brush my face
Right, then left, then gone
Momentary boisterous wind
Cooling head to toe

Silken tapping on my arms
Then stillness
Nothing at all,
Surprise! Gusty joy! Gone again…

Stirring of the tops of trees
Expectation in my heart
But, nothing touches me
Sudden quietness, total peace

Steady, now its steady
Strong, cold, bold
Shivers, goosebumps down my back
Lovely refreshing stream

Wisps, a lacy shawl across my shoulders
Resting in a calming wash
My God, I thank you for the symphony of wind
Such a beautiful reflection of Thee

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