Winds

Winds blow memories of yesterday
They seem to come from nowhere
And the memories are alerted
By a leaf that trembles on a limb
The memories are not ordered but random
They rush into my mind and hit me like a boulder
Or a rock
They make me tired but proud
To have known you
In a time of turmoil
But they act as a bridge to the past
And gently draw me back to that time long ago.