winds of change



the wind came
out of exile
from the north
tempering the
somnolent summer
that turns a head
and slouches south
beaten for now

it freshens in
respite for
heaving lungs
and tacky skin
blowing purity
through thoughts
the next stretch

into mindful
to slow our
need for the world
to forgive
its expectations
and leave the cold
to steer our course