The South Wind

Cumulus clouds floating in the high blue

Wind from the south trying to snatch my hat

Blowing me sideways on the walk home

Air fresh with an autumn chill

Goose bumps rising on my arms

Amongst momentary flashes of warmth

As wind stills and sun shines

I turn south into my street

And the wind throws itself at me

Head on in a full body buffet

Like a boisterous child

I push my way up the street

Holding onto my hat

As the south wind swirls around me.