22/12/2023

The wind rushes in

as it cares for none.

It whistles through the windows

and all my pages come undone.




I rush to gather them

and hide them in a pile-

For they're undeniable proof

of my heart's turmoil.




But try as I might,

the wind rushes in!

And my papers fly out

putting my world in a spin.




I scramble to my feet—in fear of

what the wind wrought.

Now I'm sure, my heart and mind

to you, have been brought.




fin~