Scirocco: The Wind Has A Name

Scirocco ......... she's here

The soothing touch caressing my naked skin,
was pleasantly expected.
Softly, down the sunkissed flesh of my weary shoulders ........she's
here once more.
" Hello again." I whisper, as if to myself.
No response ....... I expected none, just a subtle reminder of her
continued presence.
Her long, finely tapered fingers wantonly explore my bleached blonde
hair ..... as if for the very first time.
Yet still she fails to return my greeting.
I somehow, willingly let her take control.
Her warm breath rushes over my anxious face, consoles my anticipating
thoughts.
A crisp golden leaf glides gracefully, to earth, unidentified, to its
final place of rest....a timely autumnal signal of her welcome
visit.
Then she is gone
Yet I feel no undue sorrow
For I know in my heart, she will return
For she is the wind

She is Scirocco..........