I know its fall. But bear with me. Focus on the wind.

SPRING WIND, written 01-22-01

My spirits soar
in the fresh spring wind
it buffets my cheeks
as among the leaves it does roar

the way the wind blows my hair is no
'windblown' chic
fresh, cold, new this year, but very old
bashful at first, it quickly grows bold
blows clothes off the line
lightens my mind
because

I love the winter snow,
but now, my heart yearns
for green fields and wind
 wind
  fresh wind
   spring wind
    I long for wind.