The wind's caress

A Poem by Jon Roggie

My second favorite,
one so vital,
    and quixotic in its strength.

At its worse,
tearing houses apart,
    leaving behind a trail of destruction,
     but I prefer the other side.

By nature,
combined with experience,
    I have a feather's touch.

Stirring your eyebrows with a breath,
   touching your lips with a barely felt caress,
     each a passing touch,
       like a simple breeze.