Dry

The light plays on the breeze
  welcoming the new day
Promise of drying, soothing
  the air, shadow and grace
Leaf shadows blow and come
  and go, dazzling in the
Midst of distress, grief, longing
  to be whole and done
A cleaning brightness from
  without meant to calm
Look, watch a moment, take
  it in to soothe the soul
There is a balm, in the shadowing
  maybe its the stop
It could just be the fluttering
  of the inner rest promised
A full and mighty work of Spirit
  given in the wind of waking