Wind Blows

Wind Blows

Often we forget or not remember, in September

To have felt the grass and understand clover

The rain comes, wind blows and the world is winter

Appreciation is a luxury taken for granted, suddenly December

So funny this human condition that expects forever

Impatience, complaining and pulling the trigger

The next, the petty, the irritations that disturb seem bigger

Loss is yesterday and we all seem to be Tigger

If we could hear our minds I wonder at the tune

Would it make us be different as if it were always June?

Dogs howl at the moon, seeming to be loons

Cats zoom around the room when it rains, utter buffoons

This world, our gift from Nature past and future

Our natures in our hands we decide our mind furniture

To think is to realize and we can then treasure

For I never want to regret, its seems such failure