title: wind

show and tell, a feast of strenghts.
i'll knock you down with a beautiful revenge.
and if you stand too tall against my weight,
next season we'll just have to wait.
the children will fear, the trees will dance. the sky
will accept, for it knows i do not last.
chime bells; they ring - to
warn the curious, as leaves parade
down blocks so devious.
from brown to grey i sit and age.
anticipate the day, when the sun shall take the stage.
silence goes deeper, as the night progresses.
hear me, feel me, but you will never see me.
seasons; they get cleansed with purity.
from one street to another;
balloons travel with ambiguity.
march is here.
so is my foe.
winter is empty, the wind strikes all.
the bold.