Windborne Thoughts...

What color is the wind,
     where does it start
and where does it end?
     Does it have a place in mind
when its journey begins
     or is it always in transit?
When we don't feel it
     is it just somewhere else;
spinning and reeling,
     just enjoying itself
waiting to sneak upon you
    over the next hill
bringing southern warmth
    or the northern chill?
Does it have a mind of its own
     or is it just like us,
just blown away?...