Monday, November 3, 2014

The Wind Howl

Hear the wind howl
long, long howling stretching sound
that sings through the trees
till it whistles through our veins.

Hear the wind slide
roll, slip and spread itself
over the landscape.

On this evening of the storm
I think of well known fields
and see myself
walking there
with stories in hand.

I hear the rain outside
remembering a heartbeat
the soft, warm candlelight
the soft, warm night
gathers me
inside to tell of tomorrow.
To talk of where the daylight will break,
where the sun will rise
what fields I will walk through
where I will harvest words
and what will be the sound of the wind.

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