Don't you enjoy like me, <br />walking on a blustery day? <br />Wind whipping through your hair <br />leaning against an air brick wall, <br />watching swirls of lifeless leaves <br />animated by the breeze. <br />Branches that sway and weave <br />as the wind makes them bend with ease. <br /> <br />Don't you agree with me <br />the swirling, whirling air <br />racing from here to there <br />grabbing, grasping <br />raising, bending <br />pushing, holding; resting, <br />before it starts again, <br />is such a refreshing wind? <br /> <br />Letting it blow through your mind, <br />carrying away the cares, <br />making brand new shapes <br />of lifeless thoughts that gathered dust, <br />now blown clean by windy gusts. <br />All those dark moody clouds <br />carried far by sweeping air. <br /> <br />Just walking on a blustery day <br />letting the wind have its way; <br />not fighting it, but joining in, <br />as it dances; plays. <br />'You like I are free' <br />is what it seems to say to me, <br />as I just walk and play <br />on a very blustery day.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-on-a-blustery-day/
