Talisman
All night the
wind chased through
the trees, shaking
the branches, loosening
leaves and I
thought, a time
or two, that
I heard your
voice carried on
those breezes; a
whisper, a sigh,
taking me back
to solace and
shelter, to calm
in the iris
of the storm.
But the wind
is a trickster,
switching her tails
as I sought
once again for
slumber, nestled into
blankets, tucking the
soothing timbre of
your voice into
my pajama pocket,
a talisman against
the troubled night.
