Howling
Fingertips of trees flicker
light dark light
as underwater weeds
neath surf surge
Coughing winds
like plaguing thoughtsthoughts winds
no one rests on days like these
We found a fresh path today
lemon lit on grey dancing
buffered each side by banksia
gnarled
and pearly
early we walked the aisle
brides blessed by left and right
yes like babies cradled warm by night
We could hear the howling world
but we did not feel it