January 2, 2016

The wind blows hard tonight.
The blowing,
The shushing,
The wooshing.

Stay stillness.

Stand under oak.
I see you.
Your form a shadow.

Come along into night.
I’ll call the winter wind,
And the night blows through you.

The sea hears your voice on the stars.


We walked these trails arm and arm,
My hand in yours,
That radiant yearning.
The heart booming.
The eyes clean with the rain.

The day fades singing on the cold wind.
The sky fades with the grey,
Now the blue,
Come deepening green. Listen.

Your damp hair fresh as rain.