A teasing wind brushes through
thick pine boughs, ruffling their
surfaces with drunken intention.
A mischievous breeze rattles the bones
of shutters and window panes. An
overrun of coolness circles
like a hungry thief. Shadows form
Halloween masks and creatures without
heads. Each step is weighted. Weakness
has no place while the clearest of eyes rise to
the occasion.
Home is just ahead, where hope is stored;
No key required.
Roger Singer 