Windflowers by J W Waterhouse
Wailing Winds
In the howling, wailing winds
I hear your faint voice
Among the fluttering, rustling leaves
And swaying, crackling branches
Your whispering pleadings
assail my senses
A stormy night in the
black velvety winter
Of my return
I peer out into the dying
day's disappearance
And hear your cry
Faraway, in the pines
In those cruel winds
of a wintery night
Your voice, faint but clear
Reaches me
in its intensity
Its passionate needing
And reaching out I
can almost touch you
Your senses pervade my
mind
Wrapping me in a warmth
Though the wailing winds
drown out the day
They cannot hide
your pleadings
And I can touch you
now
In the loving of a
nearness
In our minds a
seed is sown
And our senses are
like vines
Curled around each
other in a nurturing
embrace
Copyright ©
February 9, 1999
Michael David Coffey
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