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

thin

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.