Upon a summers walk one day
a breeze came rolling by
it caught on the heels of a walker kind
and pulled and blew to get it’s way
gripping and swirling
It’s tentacles of dust and cold
around it’s victim
grasping and strengthening it’s hold
a wonderful summer morning walk
turned unpleasant and rough
no sunshine felt
the walker had just about enough
looking for sun on a beautiful day
a walk to embrace
the path now ruined
the wind showing it’s ugly face
