The Wind Returns.

The sun and Autumn chill pull dust
and cobwebs across the house.

The people are away on vacation
and the dog sleeps in her own softness.

The wind climbs though the open window
off the backs of the cherry leaves
and finds me quiet on the bed’s edge.

He holds my bare skin so close
we grow old together in one moment.

The leaves begin to dry
and eternity lays
on each surface of the room
like a mist.