My Love,

Tonight the wind clatters across the cityscape,
kicking trash about the hillside street tops,
rattling windows in their loose-fit frames,
testing every door and gate with its persistent nudge.

The rain runs rivulets down down
down the slender valley sides--
no curbside grate or man made channel,
only contours nature left as guides.

My Love, it is a stormy night,
a wild urgent storm,
and just as such are we.

--In Memoriam for all love long passed but long remembered.
--In Celebration of all love long absent but long hoped for.