1/7/13
I watched the wind push branches
till they rattled and creaked.
It was the crying woman,
arms and face turned to the sky,
pointing to all directions,
grinding teeth and keening.
Around the house, the edges came
seeking a weak spot to seep in--
to pass along the chill I didn’t know I felt,
which walked along side me,
but I was too slow to keep.
I wanted to feel it on my face,
the power of death,
I am nearly ready to join the dance:
my heart knows the song,
my feet the steps. I am always concerned I will post one that I have already shared. I don't really remember which ones I've chosen, and I select them somewhat at random from a very large word file, so I apologize preemptively if you should notice a duplicate.
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