Her shutters conceal
long since closed
but one
to and fro
with the wind
and 'cross her garden
dark with leaves and years
a whispered cottage
winks another wan
and windy wink
to me
A windy wink to me
a will-o'-the-wisp
a smile
I meant to saunter through my past
but soon I slowed
and fell
and the wind brings far too much of her
for me
to rise
