Poetry by Jeff Green


The Weather Vane

by cricketjeff on July 15, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Each day
I feel for the wind

The West wind
brings you to me
I taste you in the air
and feel your hands caressing me

The North wind
chills me and keeps you away
I feel nothing but the cold and my age

The South wind teases
She is warm and friendly
But you are not there
and I cannot love the South

The East wind is bitter
and angry
And yet I close my eyes
and he carries me to your door
I love the East wind.