three winds

three winds


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.)