i woke to the haunting cries of wind-

i woke to the haunting cries of wind-
sent clear across the dormant field
upon the hard earth of winter,

where in spring, the cherry blossoms
know they are welcome to burst forth
as gabriel plays his horn of fortune

songs of sweet sunburst days
lingering 'neath pink blossomed trees
and dainty angels keeping picnic

blankets from blowing
in sweet spring wind, let me be
able to endure the cold and dark awakening-

pitch black uncertain trembling
two a m coiled in thick blankets
awakening- the haunting wind

clear strong wind brushing
cold across the frozen pond-- trapping
leaves and green pine fronds

those who have passed through
this world-- like a sharp needle diving
into soft material- creating a needle pointed 

pillowed scene-to last the rest
of all our winters' chilling-as long
as we find the presence of stilling


Kate Lamberg
1/18/12

partially frozen pond-photo by Kate Lamberg~