By: Annika Blackburn

A cool breeze blows through
A child’s tangled, long brown locks
On a steamy, hot afternoon in July
Wind as gentle as her grandmother’s distant love
Fresh, playful, enlightening
Frozen in Time

Frigid, Sharp, Blistering
Penetrating
Running fast, not strong
Through the wintery cold
Ice like glass, ice that is blue
Hopeful, Vexatious, Indelible
A moment that you attempt to forget
But should be remembered

Wind
A Breezy Day
A part of life
Still in the morning
Blusterous by the afternoon
Tin cans and colorful plastic bags litter the sky
In an array of colors that matches the rainbow
And the portrait of the setting sun
Sneeze
Trip
Fall
A confusing breeze fingers your hair

“Here! Here!” the frantic mother screams
Her small children run
Whrrrr! Whrrrr!
Gutters shriek
Shingles fly
Wind rips
Tears
Crushes
Tosses
Tears, Perspiration, Grit
It is all a game to him
A 100-year-old house
Gone in a second
Very memorable

Powers life
Supplies energy
Kills
Torments
Enlightens
It whips colorful sand
Gray ice onto your nose
It squeezes out tears
Shapes lips into a smile
Wind will always be as mysterious as the morning dew
The Yin and Yang of memory