What if... the windmaker has no intention of allowing us to weather it alone and it's why the ill winds sometimes blow in all our lives... Thankfully, I know we are needful of our apart times too (Isn't that another awesome reason to give thanks?!?) because He did it quite regularly, from what I've read....

What I love is the way the wind took you, turned you, blew your imagination into tomorrow, around the bend to the place you found that flower-bag dress and the strong girl. As long as you post here, you will not be alone, and I feel blessed to be an autumn leaf wafted up in your fancy and artistry. Very nice piece, buddy.

This pome reaches ....to whom? well me and probably all the other lonely souls asking the same questions. I especially like these last lines:i am ready for any change the wind brings; don't know, though, if i can weather it alone. I know I MUST but seem to find it hard....I learned my lesson well.

I'm a long time in commenting on this one. It is a dandy - especially the dress stanzas - unexpected and delightfully visual. New winds seem to blow in someone to share new times. Thank you.

Really good write Charlie. When this was posted I must have had my head buried in the wrong end of the turkey. I've seen the winds blow from coast to coast and most places in between. Sometimes the blow strong sometimes gently but rarely do the stop like your words, they just keep us going.