The cold October wind hit me
Like a drum,
It struck me hard... then lifted me
Back up to knock me back down again.
The bright light of the deceiving sun
Left all in sorrow... all in hope
For something more.
It is arrival marked the start
Of a new day, a new
Beginning. It’s strange, the
Way you can count on the sun to
Rise and then fall, yet the wind
Is wild, like the beast within.
It waits... waits to be
Disturbed.
