The Winds of Time

A Poem

The winds of time
Whirl ever on,
Out from the dawn
When they began;

Blowing me on,
Onward I go,
Though not knowing
The path they lead.

The winds will whirl
Slowly over
Some certain scene
And then pause there;

Then swirling on,
Faster they’ll blow,
Never daring
To tarry there.

Though I know not
To where they blow,
Still I’ll follow
With grateful feet;

‘Till they slowly,
Gently recede,
Drifting to the
Final Setting.

This poem was in response to the title prompt of “The Wind(s) of Time” given by The Writer’s Sanctuary.