I wasn’t planning on posting anything today, but the wind had other plans for me.  Today’s crisp air and colors, crunchy leaves scattering and trees bowing to the wind have been a wonder.  I found this poem I wrote several years ago and thought, if ever, today would be the day to share it.

The music of the wind and trees

echoes softly around the world.

For those who listen, life is full,

for all else it seems unfurled.

There’s a constant presence connecting it all

that reminds us we’re not alone.

It wakes us in the dead of night

when vulnerability makes us prone.

In the bright light of sun or the mists of rain,

it continues its ancient call.

It lives within; it lives without,

and with no effort affects us all.