Talking Winter Winds

Winterbreeze talks to me

randomly swaying naked tree branches

Its softness of breath summons my attention

and suddenly I'm aware of the moment

I regard its steady flow

ruffling the beach grass of winter gold

as it whispers . . .

come lay with us and witness the sky

Winterwind speaks to me too

driving the big lake

rolling rhythmically the hypnotic white caps

Closing my eyes, my form folds into the surf

with echoes of crashing cymbals

that shake my senses

Sometimes, Winterwind bangs at my window

forcing me to look out

and respect Nature's power

as timbres of chimes ring-a-ling-a-ling

reminding me you’re there, my love

watching

unable to merge spirits

Wintergale roars at me

Less often, thank goodness

making it impossible to overlook its fury

unnerving

forcing itself through the forest pines

quivering every needle

rousing every fallen leaf

It howls, stay inside

hooooold still

I’m not here to harm

Finally, Wintergale grants awakening calm

guiding me to search within

I obey