Cold November

the wind died this afternoon
no longer could I feel
Its breath on my face
or smell the fall of leaves
and winter to come

In the wind I am at peace
the calm
of my father before me
as if he speaks to me
with each gust
strong enough to get my attention
sometimes gentle enough to tickle and warm
In each of them, I feel his presence
all around me
like a hug, holding me near

but there was no wind this afternoon
I was lost
and I began to shake
trying to soak up the warmth of the sun
only feeling the coldness from within
the world started spinning
I could barely move my legs to walk
let alone run
and where
I had to keep moving
to get out of the stillness
that brought the pain
the empty silence of one
all alone ~fs
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