the house is quiet

gusts rush in

have you met the wind

ears perked, perched at the sidelight 

fear announced with  a low grumble

have you met the wind

on this winter’s evening it drives right through

carrying pellets assuring you feel the sting 

warm and singing in spring

wrapping our skin in hope of new beginnings 

summer winds have a deep calming voices

rarely around the rain this time of year

an autumn wind owns the season

wafting young sugary leaves from and plants hunkering down 

have you met the wind

unique to the season

letting you know what’s at your feet or approaching

carrying away what we don’t hold tight

have you met the wind

I have 

so have you