Winds Wife

The wind has lost his wife,
And so with winter comes his woe.
His summer breeze has gone, bypassed,
Billowing, bereaved, he blows.
His howls cause deathly hanging.
Autumnal hints he has to take.
On deaths door he'll be demanding,
Deprived, daunted the devils will, he'll make.

With spring comes specks of summer.
Surprised? He sacrificed.
A physical phenomenon he was no more.
With pieces if his body he paid the price.
But in winter you'll find the wind.
As winds his way again.
Giving his body generously.
Reunited with his wife, he feels no pain.

©Odd 27/11/2012