The Coming Winds

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