What is it that rides on the late fall wind,
that brings feelings of fireworks
subdued by the mist of the early morning air?
It is something that stirs the soul deep within
covering the back,
embracing the shoulders like a blanket warmed from fire.
It is something that at once seems electrifying and serene,
vibrant and dull.
Is it the coming of winter
with it’s quiet slumber under a chill filled sky?
No, no it is much more than that
which rides on the back of the November wind.
It is the magic of life
that sparks with the stars
and ripples down the river;
it is the crest of a wave
and the crash on the shore
beating patterns in the sand.
Again and again.
This wind carries with it
the pulse of existence
that circles the earth
and twirls through the universe
and resides here
in our hearts.
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