Changing Wind Poem by Martino Fortuin

I see the cool wind gently caress open spaces
It is a new wind, a kinder one
No longer feared, welcomed by appreciative faces
Long overdue, its time has come

At first it brought its crisp and windy chill
Then it rained despair
The voices of men and mice... quietly still
It lashed and tore at hope till there was nothing there

The weather's a-changing they say
Young and old have noticed a shift
And men and mice now challenge the day
no one's adrift

The wind still comes from the sea
The air still has that chill
It blows hope now for you and me
which makes it easier still.