Nature is not a forgiving force
but she gives us time before she collects her due.
though we can’t leave things unresolved like the way I left things with you.
Some days when storm clouds gather
And a Spirited Wind whispers in my ear
I stand a face the things to come with measured fear.
Tonight as I lay my head upon my pillow
in the half light and shadows of a darkened room.
I let the dust of the day slip away and whisper a prayer that dreams come soon.
-dani shaw
