“Sit with me”
the wind howls through my window.
“Come run with me”
it becons in the night.
“Hear me!”
It screams through the branches.
“Follow me”
It’s shadowless presence invites.
“I will bring you clarity”
“I will bring you truth”
It’s voice soothes, distrubs, and seduces
as I shiver in my bed in a new-moon’s lightless room.
Shaking from the cold and anticipation
I turn on my lamp’s warm light.
I turn away from the rattling window;
I want no more deep truths tonight.
Bringing Mae Flowers 