November 16, 2014


They were right
about the wind,
blowing hard now,
early this morning,
well before
the sun is due.
The blinds are moving,
sometimes touching,
making love,
it's nothing new.
If I were still sleeping,
they'd fill my dreams,
it's no one's fault
what they do.
We'll fall back
into restful sleep,
wait for the sun;
it'll be here
in an hour
or two.