Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Day 4

Even the trees
with their scratchy Long-fingered limbs--
blowing, blowing, blowing against a smoke-cloud sky
Are reaching out for You
As the wind sopranos a song of Longing.

1 comment:

Mike said...

I went running on a (non-paved) trail next to a river tonight and wished you were there with me!