On warm autumn days
When the air smells sweet
The days are short and amber
And rain falls in sheets.
His breath bends the forest
And moves the ocean with ease.
God sends the wind
And scatters the leaves.
Though hard to run in
And worse on bike
His wind still whispers all
Things that I like.
The wind communicates,
Reminds and cajoles.
The wind hushes and calms,
And then it consoles.
It stirs in me memories,
It shakes up dreams, sorrows-
Brings back my childhood
And speaks of tomorrow.
His breath is soft
But sometimes is violent.
The wind can be peaceful
And then comes the silence.
And in that quiet
I often will hear
Songs of what is to come-
God is near.
