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.
English