How can you know, when the wind whips round the corner,
What debris it will bring, or what song it will sing?
Perhaps flower petals will fly around you, bound for
Nowhere and everywhere, and perhaps some song sung
By myriad colors of rainbow ecstasy will leave you
Breathlessly joyful, or again some elegy unexpected
Turn your heart mournful in sudden loss of love so dear
And near now gone on, as the wind whips round the corner;
How can you know what life will show from the shadows,
Or when you may see the bone hand holding scythe high
Under dark sky? And will you question why now, then bow?
And what angel may fly low to brush your fevered brow
With heavenly wing to bring cool peace at conclusion
Of your lease on life, as wind whips round the corner?
As the wind whips round the corner…