On the Wings of the Wind

There is magic in the wind,

 and her wings bring enchantment as they fly.

Some days they will envelop us in warmth,

and others the bitter cold will cut through us like a knife.

March winds come in cold from the north,

and become gradually warmer as spring arrives.

As they rush through, they cleanse away the weariness of winter,

preparing us for new growth to come.

Summer days her wings will feed our soul with a warm southerly breeze,

bringing much needed contentment.

Its warmth reaches into our bones and eases daily worries for a time.

We cling to this warmth for as long as we can,

as we know these days will be shorter than our heart desires.

The magic of fall arrives on cooler winds that still have a hint of warmth.

Her wings carry that distinctive smell of autumn,

a mix of drying leaves, wood fires, and spices from homemade apple pies

 awakening memories from the past.

As fall begins to fade, the wind whirls falling leaves for one final dance.

Winter winds can be so harsh and brutal, 

and they hit us as if her wings are thrashing against our bodies.

We bundle ourselves in sweaters and blankets,

and sit by warm fires in an attempt to keep out the cold.

All the while dreaming of warmer days that will eventually come back around.

On the wings of the wind there is magic.

Sometimes it is sultry and inviting, 

and other times cold and offensive.

Whichever side the wind's wings bring our way,

we should embrace Mother Nature's magic.