Winds (for Trey)


What I don’t

Want is the

Humid summer night

Breeze delicately wafting

Through opened curtains

Bathing me in

Late night chills

What I do

Want is fall

Leaves giving way

To November winds

And taking my

Autumn colors on

Wings to far

Off places setting

Me delicately on

Comforters of green

Where I can

Then take root

Grow and canopy

You many summers