What color is the wind?
A question that seems absurd I’m sure.
Perhaps what a curious child might ask?
But as I see it,
The wind is there to makes us aware:
of the different hues of the leaves in the fall.
of the way trees sway and
how they somehow know the beat of time.
of the fluffy clouds above that morph into teacups.
of the souls we loved deeply.
What color is the wind?
Just let it make you feel alive.
Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul 
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