By: Richard Trus
What do we hear when we hear the wind
The door closed, the world left outside
then came the wind.
For twenty two days the only sound
was the wind.
Snow piled to the eve’s of the cabin
carried by the wind.
The windows rattled with every breath
taken by the wind.
The dogs ears perked at every howl
of the wind.
The wood stove glowed and roared by consuming the
bellows of the wind.
The tree’s rattled on the cabin walls
pushed by the wind.
On the twenty third day – it was calm
The wind had grown tired,
the wind had grown old.
The wind died down
leaving nothing but cold.
What did this north wind say
in those twenty two days.
More secrets to life,
then one’s willing to say.
Good night, good wind,
thank you, for the conversations.
In the solitude of the day
you took my breath away.
For now. I wait to hear
what next, you have to say.