Winter Winds

Cool air

soaking in the forest quiet nearby

we know it waits

we realize our lives will need warmth,

we are readily restored by a the sharp brace

of winter winds

makes us feel alive again.

A society relies upon the changing seasons to market their lives,

where else would we find ourselves planning for the latest fashion

without the guarantee …

temperature is dropping.

I get a little nervous sometimes when reminded

of that part of nature I don’t understand,

beyond the shelter of my walls,

well past the peace of a kindling fire,

I want to know more about the friend who is suffering,

yet, I’d rather not,

if I just look the other way,

well then,

it didn’t really happen did it.

Unless I turn on the news,

there are constant reminders

of a cool air well beyond the concept of our dreams.

A society exists with every interaction,

we can decide to associate

or simply get involved in the smallest manner possible.

We choose a limitless supply of polite escape.


When the winds do arrive I will notice as much as I hope you do too,

we are the same as we were when in the heat of a tropical sunlight

we could smile.

Listen to the Wind


Howling like scorned wolves buried in the dead

of a winter’s night, cold arctic hallowing calls.

Feeding upon nature’s gifts, abundant only while

eyes allow our hearts to understand our worth

swept apart by God’s mighty hand of decision

we beckon to the call of our own shallow vanity.


Listen to the wind share melodic tones sweeping

through the pines and thistle bound forests

whose world remains quiet to our own needs,

only to become vibrant soon after we step away.

We hear chants as our toes and heels crush the ice

Of roadway freeze, wondering aloud our distant lives


if ever there were an opportunity to understand Her

natural hold on our lives, well beyond the conversation.