The Taker

The wind doesn't care
It takes 
and it gives 
hauling the snowflakes
and fall leaves
and raindrops 
to your front porch
some scavenging cat
you can't tell it to wait
and give you a second
before it gives and takes
before something changes
and the wind pulls it away
coaxing the petals from
garden flowers
and letting them fall to the dirt
in little puddles
doesn't it have something better to do
than take money from tree elders
and toys from flower children 
and it hides under my porch steps 
pooling petals and leaves on my door mat
as if it were some clumsy postman
dont lie
I say to the taker
I know it was you