February 3, 2018

As if the mountains
Were not tall enough,
Windmills reach
Into the vastness
Catching morning light,
Missing the full moon.
Odd, sitting still
Seeking and spinning
In the wind.

Try the elixir
Of tenderness,
Which tastes of coffee
And a friend’s anguish
For a future that
Never will be,
Breaking all hearts
Touched by the earth
Spinning in the wind.