Winds of Change.

A winding path that leads to nowhere,

a gate half broken welcomes me.

A gust of the August wind,

takes me in an embrace.

Tulips bow down to the earth,

whispering, gossiping with the soil.

The lake, lifeless, still, silent,

adds to the scenery.

A sense of peace and calm,

a sense of pleasure, tranquility.

Blurred by the sudden rain,

my eyes wander around.

The forest floor is now all full,

of watery hopes and silent sounds.

Far away in my mind,

I see a horse racing against the wind.

A tossing mane, strained legs.

The pounding becomes closer & closer,

until I can breathe in the sounds so closely.

My heart is at last in peace.