No Wind Today

No wind today again.
Nothing fluttering the boughs of trees
Shaking the leaves and limbs
Into the ever changing geometry
Of suggestive shapes
For my mind to paint with.
No wind today.
Nothing to ruffle
The waters of the lake
Or take me laughing
Down the road
In its grasp.
No wind about me
Wrapping its touch
Around my bare limbs,
Or carrying smells to me
From strange distances.
Only now the quiet
Falling of rain
In the stillness
Of this solitary place.

Copyright ©2006 Tony Crisp