In a Breath of Wind

Whether the Weather

Is topsy turvey

Or whether the weather

Is right?

Whether the rain

Was meant to be sunny

Or whether the Winter

Is Bright….

In a breath of wind

The wheel shall spin

Like the flurry round my heart,

In a breath of wind

Do I sigh and shake

Yet in morning we shall start.

Whether the weather

Is soft as felt

Or whether the weather

Is not

Whether the weather

Is aching cold

Or whether the weather

Is hot

In a breath of wind

In the birr of motion,

a mending might we weave,

In a breath of wind

Oh the wheel shall spin

And I shall never leave.

And I shall never leave.