I hear it
A solid unified cry
A plea to finish
A call to agreement
A bookmark in my thoughts
I still hear the wind
The cold comes
I feel the sun drift across my eyes and lips
The wind sings In choir tones
Dark harmonies
Of wood and metal
Each window sings in a slightly different key
As the torrent spins around me I step outside
As the torrent spins around me I step outside
My basket is
Suddenly full
With love.
My heart grows
Each board whistles
And springs
And bends