You cannot divert the winds of change, But with your own invincible will, You can reach out to those shifting currents, And holding them lightly in your hands, Begin to weave a pattern, Deliberate and intrinsically yours. Wind: wild, restless and unrelenting or gentle, calming and sustaining fill the poems in Weaving the Wind with emotional experiences that touch each of us. From a raging windstorm to the intoxicating fragrance of mimosas; from the drift of snowflakes to a leaf floating on a pond, the images in Weaving the Wind while depicting the erratic nature of weather offer us a possible...