Soft swathes of September wind
stroke my welcoming skin,
its warm touch offers solace
to my stationary form.
A slow slight cadence
and a flighty rhythm,
this wind it soothes me.
Eyes closed shut so tightly
that sleep begins its
slow inward stroll
to silently steal my waking world,
and deliver me to the dream domain
where the calming wind
continues to hold me in its sway.