I crack the window, listen:
What message can this cold wind carry
but this breeze won’t tilt my room’s way and come in
I reach out it slips through my fingers
Unkind even to the moon it has taken a little off the top
Diminished month sent howling through the pines
Unauthored, not meant to be read –
or merely hurrying by, a forgotten promise?
Really nice, Jeff. Love the title.
Thanks Leonard. Just about to look at your newest (“once is enough”) myself. Happy Monday/Tuesday!
Jeff, you’re mining some high-grade ore.