Nothingness, as the wind lay almost
dormant through the long summer's heat,
with the occasional exception of the
intermittent passing of a storm.

 

Swiftly replacing the passing of
 

summer, the breeze bears a current
 

chill, as fall prepares to set in.
 

Like the winds of change, all is
 

restless, tossing, turning in its
 

presence, eager to resume, move on.
 

A lull, as the winds subside, sitting
peaceful, undisturbed in that moment,
until once again, effortlessly, a need
for change persists.
 
Suddenly, abound with an unsettled flow, the wind searches for it's inherent place.