I wonder what the wind will bring

a poem by Pete Searby

I wonder what the wind will bring,
As I sit before the fire
 Will it find me idling, 
Or will it warm an old desire

 I wonder if the wind I’ll meet. 
It comes from mountains far away
 I feel its breath caress my feet 
 I hear the wolves from yesterday 

I wonder where the wind has gone 
Silence follows in it’s wake
Until the echo of a song 
Reminds me of the path I take