The random babbling the baby does
The formulative mess that spews so perfect from man and woman's mouth...
The whirlwinds and hurricane storms in between...

Have you trekked through our localities in the Summers and Winters?
We forget the ice cold snowstorms in the sweltering heat...

Spring and Autumn warm and cooling winds gust
by too quickly to fall
fittingly
into it's comfort.

I inhale the breath of the storm
that is,

- it always returns
after the sun.