Shadow poetry

Struggling out of the chaos of sleep at six am
I welcome thoughts of you that I have heard,
Tapping on my window like a blessing, as snow falls on an empty field.

Your sudden kindnesses, like rain on a parched landscape
Wash away a thousand troubles with a word.
Your history, outside my ken, leaves me alone at times, trumpeting my happy desire to the west wind.

Stamping down the little lanes of the mind
Where you and I have walked together with the birds,
I know we are each alone and not alone - and quietly, like the weather I accept it.