The moods of change

Please accept
I am no more
than what I am.

Be it the breeze
caressing the back
of your neck
or the howl
in winter blowing
in your face.

I make my presence known,
let me play with you.
Don’t get me angry.


Signed. The wind

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew...the Wind has been unpredictable this Winter...
it takes me in directions of unknown suffering... the muscles in my neck and body have become unbearable... but still I am vulnerable to a Lovers touch. gently, Pat

[Poetic Beauty]

I enjoyed the thought provoking poem which makes you think of a lover’s touch and then realize it’s the wind. A creative and brilliant way to have the reader feel emotions while reading this.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you PB

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome

[Stella Armour]

Light-hearted and lovely, no one want to wind to become a raging tempest ....

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Stella HNY