When the wind blows

When the wind blows

it stirs my heart

with feather-light kisses about my ears

and a heavy-handed tug

on the edges of my coat.

I smell the storm coming.

My heart beats faster

with fear

and the excitement

of something pending.

My tussle with the elements

is never-ending.

For a time, kept at bay

then,

I sway.

I dig my heels in

waiting,

instead of

running inside for cover.

Even before I look up at the sky,

I can feel the purple heron hover.

I see it diving for cover

as the first drops start to swell….

well!

Hello, lover.