The Winds Of Morning

By Peter Halstead

Winds of light that mingle
With the noises of the day,
Are overshadowed by the eyes
And fall away.

Winds of night that howl and bang
Against the eaves, pushing waves
To boom in caverns out of sight
Through sound reveal a maze

Which the gales ghostwrite.
But winds of morning rise
From all the terrors of the night
Remembered in the skies.

January 31st, 2019