Nature’s Haunt
Winds of summer sing
A cyclone, unending fear
Meets the trees with me.
The cliff that calls me
I dare defy, the sound
That makes me rise now.
Did I ask, or not?
The breeze that says, come now.
Why? I need to stay.
A storm is coming
Desire burns in me.
I dare not sate it.
I lie awake, night
Comes, I can’t still call it here.
Why now, I say. Now?
The earth crackles, and
I let it. Come home, my dear.
It whispers to me.
Where do I go
From here?
