When The Wind Blows

the raising of the sun
providing us with the first light of day
the first rays of warmth beaming down on frost covered trees
the star filled night officially ended
the sounds of early workers beginning their morning rituals
doors opening as hands reach out to grab the morning paper
the smell of coffee and toast filling the air
and when the wind blows you can almost hear the angels sing

high noon brings warmth
this yellow ball of light millions of miles away
blue skies abundant, clouds having given up on trying to form
perspiration forming on our brows as we rustle here and there
the sounds of people doing their daily business, talking and laughing
a stroll through the park, seeing lovers hand in hand walking their dogs
occupying a park bench and feeding the pigeons
and when the wind blows you can almost hear the angels sing

dusk descends upon us
the sun, like some fiery orange king
sits upon the throne of the distant mountain tops
approving the coming of the darkness
a bird flutters it's wings
the bark of a dog heard in the distance
the sound of children playing becoming weaker with the hiding of the sun
and when the wind blows you can almost hear the angels sing

shadows growing longer
the first twinkling of distant stars
the moon assuming it's shift as the watcher of the night
the cry of an owl as it announces its presence
leaves rustling on the ground at the fleeing of a mouse
the scent of hickory in the air as fireplaces burn
the closing of shades and drawing of drapes to hide nightly activities
and when the wind blows you can almost hear the angels sing

sleep overtakes us
rapid eye movement verifying the process
dreams becoming a momentary reality, too real at times
our bodies resting, purging itself of the stress that it has absorbed
regenerating our personal life batteries with physic energy to help us contend
a slight toss and turn, the flickering of sleep filled eyes
the beginning of a wide smile spreading across slowly awakening faces
for in our dreams when the wind blows we hear the angels sing
and it is beautiful