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