Cool Breeze

Cool breeze blows

A change of seasons

Coming in like the morning fog

Over the river bend

the bridge in a haze

soft mists touch thy soul

As if to speak to me

This is not where you belong

I hear calling of my name

Blowing so gently

Towards the river below

Yet I hear the sounds

Of which I turn around

The fog lifts slowly

For I can begin to see

My calling is not complete

It’s not my time

The breeze pushes me onward

© cmwilmes