Northwind Poem by John Allen Richter

Quietly comes the wind of north -
that beguiling wisp of solace...
Gently it breezes upon our skin -
As it steals these precious moments away -
Away from us - brisking away...
Taking away the sounds of summer -
and the smell of newly cut grass -
Or taking with it our colors of fall -
or chills of winter.....
But all is not lost - no! my friend,
All is not lost.
For what remains of this instant -
this fleeting little passage of time -
Is a memory of you and I - We!
sharing this thing together forever....
Damn the wind! As I acquiesce -
It may have all else -
except for you.....