breezes in rhythm

shapeless noise, 

begging to be noticed, 

prying open the shutters and flying through empty space,

caresses each pond, composing ripples of all sizes,

they smoothe themselves out, 

only to be rustled once more.

wind breezes through hair, tosses papers and makes wearing skirts a crime,

wind loves to annoy, its favorite pastime.

leaves fall in autumnal colors all around, 

continuous crunches are the only sound.

the wind will whisper, once more it will say:

do not be astray, 

find peace in your silence, 

and keep it that way.