A Changing Wind

A fresh wind blows
a breath so sweet
that roses grow
beneath it's feet.

The path it takes
flows ever more.
It pricks some feet
and heals some sores.

Wing your way
upon it's wave.
Why stay enslaved
in an 'old ways' cave?

© 2000 by J. K. Phillips
from the book " © 2000 From New Zealand "