
The Wind That Wants To Be Seen
By Allan David Smith-Reeve From my bedroom windowI look up the driveway between the lilac hedgesnorth over open fieldsfrom where winter arrives most days She arrives with her weathersilent and nakedI have to look for her in treetops But today She rushes at my doorstepHowling between the gaps in my door and windowed defensesAnd declares herself clothed in the snow she’s gathered upwith skirts swirling spiraling. She revels in her wintry wearFreezing the blood of […]