Whispers Of The Wind Poem by Panagiota Romios

       Whispers of the Winds


What color is the wind?
I only know it kisses me and tickles toes.
Like a magician at times, it opens doors.
It makes leaves do exotic dances.
It can make my hair really goofy.
What does the wind smell like?
At times of beef stew cooking.
Or your infant's sweet caress.
Total, absolute happiness.
In winter, it spirals sparkling snow.
But....where does it live?
And where does it go?