I woke up this morning with my inner-poet restless.
💫This is “Winter Winds”💫
Winter winds, your howling, from the skies I hear your call.
Twisting in the air, I can sense the meaning of it all.
You bring your tales of sorrow, from all of the far away lands,
For out stretched towards you, I find the sadness at my hands.
You beat so ferociously, like a message so desperate to be hear.
And somehow I know what you say, without speaking a single word.
I wondered how far you traveled, picking up the tears along the way.
For in your winds, I hear the cries, the grieving have something to say.
What would happen if I met you, would I stumble, would I fall?
Would I circum to your fury, or find a path, and find a way to crawl?
Your sound is gentle now, and I have faith the storm has passed.
But we shall meet again, my Winter Wind, for the quiet never lasts.