Every wind carries memories of the past,
carries leaves, minute pebbles of dust
and sometimes feathers
reminding of places where it was,
reminding of how things
once had been.
To the eye these are only the scattering,
an unruly display of the chaos that it sees
but the hue of the sky,
its condition being open and clear
or overcast filled with white,
grey or black clouds
has an impact on the human mind,
even changes feelings
and everything is bound to circumstance,
is bound to chance
and the shining sun seems jolly,
in a bright clear sky
or even the morose sieving rain,
falling weeks long
impacts in a way
as we are beings
that observe with senses
trying to determine
where we fit in
as if the world around us
gives meaning
to whom and what we are.
© Gert Strydom
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