I stood outside the other day
felt the bracing wind upon my skin
that wind you speak of
the one that keeps your energy
departing my sights.
I can’t find you anymore,
though I look everyday,
wishing those winds would change
to return the embrace we once knew.
Spring is on its way
and I can feel the sun
upon my frost bitten cheeks
ready to warm the air around me
ready to give me reminders of you.
I listen to the wind every day,
and an occasional hooting owl …
in the distance.
© Scott F Savage
Though distance winds her away
he would always know a way
might he bring her back
hold onto what he does lack.
~
He spent a fortune on emotion,
wanting only her quiet passion
though time did otherwise
his love for her seems no longer wise.
~
Today, while the rains begin to fall
he knows all of this love a pall
when two people cannot really know
the truth behind an elegant glow.
~
We cannot ever decide our whole
when life begins and captures our soul.
© Scott F Savage 4/2022
I heard the howl
one windy night
shaking the panes
now my past
gathering strength
would withstand
my own premonition
deepest fears
as the trembling
nature of
‘changing winds’
would carry away
her heart
for that compassion
she once held smile
now caught in gales
prevailing the sea.
©️ Scott F Savage 7/2020
I wake up sometimes, and notice
winds will never be the same,
always a spoken language we name
yet so often fallen out of practice.
Windows might shudder upon their toss
we go about a usual routine,
left thinking of love serene
yet true testament, in the now may be our loss.
I feel a certain disquiet as days near loom ahead
how might a life be led, an imagination
given allowance toward resignation
would that only our humanity know grief instead.
I stood in the forest on a day like today, so many day
for now I am blissful, nostalgic, I do want to remember
and yet I’ve been told I cannot, for now, to be sure
my life as it were is cumbersome to memory far away.
I wonder if across the avenues of our dreams we might release
such is the burden of knowing, losing, regaining some peace.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
We cry of change
one obsession
lends trepidation
houses rattle
foundations crack
when once we believe,
now fades quiet
in a breeze.
I do remember you
I won’t let a gale
distract memory
watching a lovely sunset
wish might find you
find her out there,
She once said
listen to the winds change,
what came to my mind,
I’ve listened to storms
since a young child,
I have not tried to imagine
adjusting the strength of Mother Nature.
only have I found the circle of time
will beckon heart and soul will climb
upon the waves of love
listen to the whistling song.
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2020
We are in such unknown territory,
our lives subjected to an invisible fear.
Last night I felt a quieting sensitive tear.
forced acceptance in horrifying history.
I cannot find a way to settle my nerves
it isn’t cabin fever as much as some sign
of wanting to stop my own incessant whine,
lives travel mountain roads in swerves.
Last night I listened to the winds in a howl,
the building shook and my windows rattled
I was not interrupted being stuck, saddled.
I couldn’t help noticing this menacing scowl.
In the winds of morning I did come to terms my own
life matters, be conscious, let the howling be known.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
(for a dear friend I am grateful)
When I walked along a path
yesterday,
I hadn’t thought about the season
the changing winds
that would a tear in my eye provide
allowing me to feel,
to know to fear, to contemplate a time
when I would alone
the forest brush underneath my soul
my heart in a constant …
I wonder about the changing winds
tonight the longest
stretch of darkness in the sky.
I’m awake to feel it all,
to know only my dreams in surround
while the earth on axis
moves to the spacial element of time
my mind thinks on her
sweet darkness let me forever pine.
I love the changing season
© Scott F Savage 2019
The winds would suggest
a storm ahead,
a quiet breeze
letting summer’s flower garden
hang on for a lasting parade
of memory,
inside a dreamer’s holiday.
Evenings have a certain silence
readying for the change,
a security is needed
to protect ourselves
from the rains turning to
a wintry mix of
Nature’s shroud.
If we might fantasize,
a chance to know our sweet
horizon to share our eyes,
inside the shelter
of a calm,
the simple elegance
of having you in my arms
would be we might know this gift
is a quiet remind, two lovers adrift.
© Scott F Savage 2019
I’m willing
I will sacrifice
happiness
somehow find your heart
miles away
still
the winds, the breeze
all remind of your favorite
testimony
‘listen to the winds change’
and I have,
every morning, night,
in a rainstorm,
I can hear you,
I imagine you,
straight through to my dreams
there is where I can be with you,
until opening eyes,
and relying upon
a gentle breeze
in the august of my life.
A little Creedence
days gone by the changing wind
hold onto love, chance.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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