I’ve heard its rattle in the rustling leaves and seen it toss the skies,

    Or blow the dust from a country road, felt it light as a grateful sigh.

I’ve been kissed by snowflakes, its flung, peppered by raindrops splatter,

    Seen whirlwinds dance and die, their dust to suddenly scatter.

On a winter’s day it has raged to pass an icy sting,

    Caught children’s laughter far away, brought it to me clear as a bell rings

Its mystery has puzzled me often as I thought from where it comes,

    Like God’s Great Spirit, the wind tells a story if only fools stop to listen, I’m one.

by Tom Stratton