Poems

The Same Winds

By Peter Halstead

The same winds that
Three thousands miles away
Bring devastation, death
Here push dark night
Like foam on waves
And fronds on trees
Like baby’s breath
To seize the endless
Blue sky night in combs
Of cloud and fire,
Raging palms and bombs
Of sky that race across
The seas and swirl
The beach in surge
And roll, white curl
Of tide that our dark
World, come day,
Will try to hide.

January 13th, 2025, Kaiholu