The Wind

She was the wind
That took my feet
From beneath me
And had me falling
Like a leaf
In the cold days
Of autumn

She was the wind
That swept
All the sorrowful thoughts
That had gathered
And hidden long in my mind
Far, far away
To a place
That nobody knows

She was the wind
That danced around my heart
Making it beat
With a quickness
I had long forgotten
Raising me up
To meet her motions
With those of my own

And yes
She was the wind
That cooled the heat
Of my tired and wet body
After the deed was done
Allowing me to redeem myself
So that in time
I might
Feel the wind again

heather wilkins
You are one of my favorite winds to read. Great work CJ.

SaneJustBarely
I freakin loved this one CJ, freakin loved it. Your friend in words, Pete