Beware the Winds

The breeze that brings fresh air for breath
conspires with both time and death
to quicken droughts while structures rust
or expedite decay and dust.

Wind slips through windows, chips at stones,
will wear down mountains, chill the bones,
or loot the land of last year's leaves
to prove it is a thief of thieves

then plunders footprints, sound, or fire,
the light, your warmth, the kite and wire,
or comes to take your breath away.
Beware the gusts that rush today.

Beware the Winds © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: January 23, 2021