Oh Winter Wind

Wind,
You scare me as you knock on my door,
As you rustle the leaves,
And as your breeze crosses my floor.

Wind,
You startle me.
Are you mad with thee?
Here’s my apology.

You want to wake me up.
You grab my shoulders,
And shake my duff.
You grab my neck to get me to stop.
You’re tell me something.
“Focus on one thing.”

Wind,
It is you that I fling,
Off my neck,
Off my shoulder,
I’m not colder,
I am bolder.

Let me be me.
Let me do me,
And I’ll let you be you,
Through and through,
From breeze to sneeze,
From bough to prow.

Let me be me,
Moving.
Let me be me,
Ideating.
Me, the tree with multiple ideas,
As colorful as the leaves,
Ablaze in your breeze.

Me:
Paper,
Pencils,
Process,
Progress.

Me:
A root,
A seed,
A blossom,
A shoot.

You and me,
Me and you,
It’s true.
We’re ruminating,
Percolating,
Creating,
Growing.

Wind,
Alas, we are alive.
We are alike.
As you spread the bed of the dandelion’s head,
I dream, or so it may seem, of possibilities.

Wind,
We are alike.
To some, a mess,
To others, we’re blessed.

Wind,
You startled me.
You reached me.
Now, let’s wonder,
Over yonder.
Let’s hold hands.
See, we are happy.

Wind,
You no longer scare me.
So please, come knock on my door.
Together, let’s open it.
We’ll hear each other.
We’ll see each other.
We’ll listen
And glisten.

Wind
Together, me and you,
We’ll be free.
You with me,
Me with you,
Friends,
For all reasons,
And all seasons.