The Last of The Winds

You've got a great idea here. I'll say what they often say to me. Make it more poetic! Take these thoughts and form the words into pleasing and provocative lines.

Too much repetition of words and phrases in this one. Makes the poem come off as monotonous.

Let me show you:

The last of the winds came today.
A final push.
Tomorrow we’ll hear what they’ve left us.
It's message never closer.
Look to the east, you can almost feel it on your cheek and to the west it holds you
like a bed of fallen leaves.

Did you feel the cold?
It’s always worse than you remember.
I would tell you I made it that way
but you wouldn’t believe me.
Not without all the things I'll never say.

The last of the winds came today.
They have not yet gone.
It lingers like a sleep
that’s not ready to surrender.
A scent left on your shoulder
by a heart so close to yours.
The last of the winds
takes a little of you with it.
Leaves you empty
and allows the possibility of fullness.

Its a nice idea but ends in being an okay-okay poem.