I AM A PINWHEEL

I know the winds of change are coming.

The fragile moment dries to a dead leaf in my hand,

I brace my heart and mind and body.

Very softly, I hear a whisper—be a pinwheel.

As the leaf is lifted and soars away,

I turn and turn, whirling and twirling.

It moves me, I circle in a dazzling dance.

Change is blowing through me, it enters and exits softly,

I slowly return to rest.

© Copyright 2023 by Diane L. Turner