A Blustery Day

A Blustery Day
Kristen Towe

There is a force–invisible
that dances through the air
it tiptoes over blades of grass
and flings far out my hair

There is a force as sweet as fall
before it fades away
and in this force we place our hopes
and fears for all our days

There is a force surrounding me
as I wander my ponderous path
and it is the force that picks me up
and carefully puts me back down

And as the days depress me
as days are wont to do
I feel the force surrounding me,
the old becoming new