It is a windy night,
wind rushing through the trees,
blowing a cold rainy air from
up north.

Wind brings a million smells
from that of cows in the spring
to meadows in June to
rain clearing out the pollen in August

For only when we think
of the win will we
ever be taken away by it.

I hope that the wind continues to
inspire and to challenge,
to clear and to open
us to change.