I think this might be the first thread I've ever started on here, despite being a member of this site for a few years.
Anyway, inspired by an evening gust of wind across my garden I was taken to write a short poem on that evening wind you get before bedding down out in the mountains. I hope you like it.
The evening stills
But before it settles for a while
It gives one last breath
To leave us wondering
When the next one will be.
It waits till you're asleep
Deep asleep
Then whips up a mighty gust
Before dying away
And leaving you awake
Wondering
When the next one will be.
