When the wind blows.

                                                  Sensing the unseen when the wind blows,
                                                  Part of me flinches with uncertainty,
                                                  An aura of change and disruption brought
                                                  On by bustling tree branches, strands of
                                                  Hair draped across my face, leaves dancing
                                                  Across the yard as if rushing off somewhere,
                                                  Yet, the blowing wind can also refresh and
                                                  Invigorate the far reaches of my soul,
                                                  Reminding me without a word to move around,
                                                  To begin, to run, not walk, to live my life fully
                                                  Before time has run dry — the wind stilled in
                                                  My ears, as if forced to stop.

                                                                                     – DA Hickman.