Sonnet Three

Wind visited today, first in my dreams,
whistling, singing through my window,
enticing me to go outside. When I did,
I was blown away, not in the hearing,
as music in the air, not in the seeing,
as in words on a page, but in feeling.
Feeling the wind against my body,
my coat, my skirt flying, my face kissed -
eyes, forehead, cheeks, chin, nose,
temples, lips, a hundred times and more,
beyond my skin, it's heart opening,
spilling out.  Wind soaring, whispering,
a tempest, a gentle breeze, scatters seeds
and bends my heart as it bends trees.