the winter wind in our small seaside town
is from the eastit’s cold
icy from passing over miles of frozen ground
pushing down river a blanket of freezing fog
that shivers bones

for my morning walk
I add a layer of clothing
pull on mittens
snug my cap

but this is just a moment’s comfort
respite for a soul that is

waiting

waiting

waiting for the wind to change
for the west wind to blow again
the wind that brings the puffy clouds
the Spring rain

waiting to shed these woolen socks
dig naked toes into warm earth

to once again
feel the pulse of being

tio stib

Tags: life journey, winter, hope, poetry