In Changing Winds

A poem written while sitting in the park.

Captured by the strength of such fluster
Unleashing  trees into an uncontrolled riot
Forceful is the wind chasing things out of reach
Soon it will calm and all will be quiet

Easing itself now to only a mellow breeze
Like fingers it caresses my hair and my face
Unlike the once known act of fury
The wind now takes me to a peaceful place

Closing my eyes I feel taken away
Held by the strength of the wind's embrace
Something so harsh can yet, be so warming
So forceful once now moving with grace

But just as quickly the air is now restless
With a feeling of turmoil about to start
I open my eyes and run to take cover
For the wind has had a change of heart