These winter winds
That lay deep inside
Amongst the stillness
They howl and rage
From the northwest
Caressing the mountaintops
An extra layer of ice
Blowing through my soul
Or with my soul
Stirring thoughts around
Harsh against my skin
Awakening the heart
Eventually
They quiet down
Until there’s on a wisp of drifting snow
A whisper
The Earth is never dead
Just resting
Just dreaming
And so She hums
A lullaby
Not into my ear
Into me
I watch the clouds move over a bright sliver of moon
Yes, my own too will pass.
A Dog and Her Girl 