The winter wind mounts its attack
Chilling me from the outside in
Some days I wonder to myself
“How much am I just like this wind?”
Fall and spring are my favorite winds
They sing melodies of newness and change
I want to hear myself in them
But I’ve been told I don’t have their range.
The summer wind is soft and sweet
I miss it before it before it has even gone
A welcome escape from the blistering heat
It’s refreshing in ways I think I could be.
(Photo is from Cy Twombly’s Fifty Days at Iliam, currently at Philadelphia Museum of Art. Center painting is Shades of Achilles, Patroclus, and Hector. I highly recommend going to see this exhibit.)