summer wind
a cord of fresh wood
just a season behind
summer wind
a cord of fresh wood
just a season behind
new trapper’s moon
i wait for the wind
to call me home
this winter day
the wind can’t bear to rest
on my old broke bones
howling moon
a north wind returns
to bite my ears
snow on our lashes
i shiver along with the
dried fountain grasses
i write my name
naked hands numb
in the bitter wind
crawling sideways
the sweet leaves
of the slightly maple
suffers with aplomb
so steadfast in the windstorm
dainty red tulip
the chimes barely sway
as the breeze sneaks across my skin
late afternoon nap
just cozy enough
under a weighty layer of white
unblossomed apple trees
dip their heavy tendrils
in the river of noontime wind
writing by David
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