i settle myself
in november’s frozen ashes
as the cold winds
tap out a sullen dirge
on the windchimes
a lethargic clatter
setting off lavender
showers in morning sun

she rages in my mind
the storm over the ocean
white tipped waves
crashing against boulders
a series of lighthouses
illuminating her every
sensual curve as i
sit awestruck in wonder
at divinity made flesh