“The wind in the willows
sweeps across your face,
dusting you with its touch.
Head held high,
let it brush against you
to feel the unseen.
Often, gentleness touches you
with warmth against the skin,
as it breezes by.
Love you do then,
the wind you find.
Though, soon enough
time changes
and it briskly moves -
a chill to the bones
as you wish it away.
No home then
for the wind in time.
Yet, instead, might you feel it
in every season.
Never blind
to the grace and ease
yet, brutal force you find
of the invisible kind.
For the wind calls you
and yet to yourself as well.
So much unseen in it,
as you have too.
Let the wind in the willows
guide you home.”
The LightKeepers/Carolyn Hass Zaiser