I feel the gentle winds on my skin
they whisper messages of hope, despair and trepidation
they herald the coming of change and new things
Boreas was tender and sweet in coming
but left in his wake a trail of
cold hurt and bittersweet memories
forever etched into my flesh
To Notus an invite was delivered
I wonder if he yearns to bring his storms
of late summer and autumn to this humble garden
excitement lightly brushes the edges of my soul
Fortune bestowed me audience with the Anemoi
and as I sit in my garden and reflect and project
I can't help but feel a moment most poignant
as these cardinal winds weave their natural magic about me.
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