Winds of Change

the wind wafts through,
bringing distant lands into my room,
the chime jingles in joyous welcome,
the leaves of the potted plants gently sway,
and the wind, puffed with pride,
brushes past my eager ears,
whispering messages it has carried,
a fond goodnight, a chirpy good-morning,
a wistful half awake late night sigh,
i think i know whence these messages came,
i think i know who whispered them,
so i slowly close my palm,
and to the trapped wind within,
i too whisper my coveted message,
speedy recovery and good health,
and a swift return of that eternal smile......