The Wind

The wind flows.
It's constantly in motion everywhere.
Even if we don't feel it it's always there.
I have realized that even though most air I have in taken, this one is a new fresh air.

There are different types of wind right?
That warm cozy one in the spring in summer that everyone just loves,
Then the days go by.
By the end of the year that wind gets cold and harsh, no one likes that wind.

But the wind is here now.
It's warm and nice.
I may not know it, but it's there for now.
Come winter, or earlier it might leave me.

Wind flows.
In different directions, always changing.
Never stopping for anything.
If you stop and think about it, Wind and Love.
They really aren't that different

Reviews

[ANTO]

I liked the analogy of love and seasonal wind and the comparisons to spring when loves blooms and summer when it flourishes and warms our hearts then to winter when it dies (for whatever reason). I like the 'here and now-ness' that you communicate too - an enjoy it while it lasts ethos.
"Wind flows " - love comes and love goes.
While I was reading this, wind WAS love and vice versa. I found that charming. thank you.