Of Winds and Things

Whither the wind that glances off windowpanes on snowy winter eves seeking a lost love now perhaps too far away; but what kind of love would a lost zephyr seek if a lost zephyr could seek love?

The panes beckon, reflecting warm fires on crackling hearths which in turn reflect emotive tendrils intertwining love and lust and shame and sorrow and pride and prejudice and loss and gain and the lost zephyr glances back, perhaps once, perhaps twice, wondering whether its trackless trail is a path taken in vain; whether any hope at all remains or whether it’s just a blowing wind, carrying echoes and shadows and memories inlaid with lost possibilities; but then again, perhaps at least some few have merely been mislaid and can still ring in peals of joy on some midsummers’ morn, at least one more time again.

Whither the wind that glances off windowpanes on snowy winter eves seeking a lost love now perhaps too far away; but what kind of love would a lost zephyr seek if a lost zephyr could seek love?

© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2012; all rights reserved