Colin F. Jones

… IN THE WIND

Plant no seed that you cannot harvest,
Expect storms when the wind is calmest.
No flower garden is without nettles
Nor a nettle field without petals.
Know that true friends will retire
When in rampage, you breathe fire;
All others will run from the scene
Leaving no trace of having been.
When the fire dies you’ll be alone,
Spent; tired out to the bone…
Then living Angels in dreams will come
To be with you until darkness is done,
And that soft soothing spiritual breeze
Will bring peace beneath the rustling leaves.