I love the sound of the wind that whispers through the trees.
A symphonic orchestra rustling among the leaves.
The moon is sitting nestled in a quilt of clouded light,
Its gentle glow my company throughout the Autumn night.
The wind wraps around my face like giant icy hands,
I wear my jacket tightly like hugs from many Grans.
With all my senses satisfied I feel a sense of calm.
I walk with peace and solitude, one on each arm.
Gordon Williams
