May 27, 2016


They said the wind
would be gone by morning,
the warning over
at five AM,
out of touch
out of mind.
But I hear her already
in early light,
sweeping around the corner,
I wonder what
she's trying to find.
I only wish
she was softer,
that I could make her
forever mine.
She'll be back tonight
even stronger,
looking for others
of my kind.