• The wallowing wind
    creeps cooly by my ear,
    Awaring me of it presence.
    Whispering its sweet words,
    I ponder what it could mean.
    Secrets linger on it's breath,
    Daring me to listen.
    It's sharp tongue then whips my ear,
    Snapping me back to existence,
    Realizing the world is not what it seems.