The Coming Winds --05-12-06
The north wind is talking to me
Tonight.
But, I can't quite make out
What it is saying.
My hearing has gotten worse,
Since I have aged.
Maybe it is just the wind
Whistling through the screens
That I hear.
If this noise continues,
What chance is there
That I may make out its message?
What news could it bring?
I fear that It may not be a happy discourse.
Perhaps a command to follow this voice
To a new place to rest and sleep
Beyond my window,
Beyond these mountains,
Beyond this world.
-- Rendo