The Winds Blow Poem by norman hale

The Winds Blow

Winds blow through the trees
Like loves from our pasts
Silently sneaking through
With memories fading fast

We seek love everyday
Because others turn so cold
Then wishing to have them back
As we each grow old

The wind sings us a song
As it passes us on by
Sometimes in a harmony
Some like a mournful cry

The leaves move all around
Like people from here to there
Sneaking across that ground
As if they have something to share

As the wind blows so softly
Sometimes it's at a howl
Blowing in a seasons change
At such a mournful growl

Yes, the winds blow through the trees
Like time passing us by
Telling us to get things right
Before we're called to the sweet by-and-by

written 12/27/2014 by Norman Hale Jr.