A cold wind that passes through the night
Unseen by even the brightest light
But its presence is felt so very strong
And so loudly it whistles its sad song
If you listen closely you just may hear
How much it wishes to be one held dear
Like the rays of the sun we let caress our skin
Or the soft moonlight that we so often bask in
Even the rain and snow when it falls soft and light
That we dance in as imagination takes flight
But no love is shown for this ice-cold wind
As we wear our hats and coats to defend
And so it moans on so woefully
And resigns itself so hopelessly
jadedheart
Thoughts From A Jaded Heart 
December 6th, 2011 at 8:52 AM
Yes, the wind is often neglected. 😦
Lovely poem, jadedheart – I like it
December 6th, 2011 at 12:50 PM
Thank you 🙂
December 6th, 2011 at 2:05 PM
Jaded, your post reminded me of summer childhoods working and sweating profusely alongside my grandparents in their VERY large vegetable garden. My grandmother would sigh, “We need to pray for a cold winter wind, RIGHT NOW!) Thanks for the memories and the reminders to treasure ALL of creation!
December 6th, 2011 at 4:01 PM
What a fun memory! Thanks so much for sharing 🙂
December 6th, 2011 at 11:49 PM
I adore giving human-like qualities to nature…somehow it is just so easy to do when you feel close to those elements. A lovely work indeed. So ethereal and enchanting!
December 6th, 2011 at 11:53 PM
I agree, nature has such a personality that we so often don’t acknowledge. Thank you so much!