The wind

The wind
cries at my window
howling for friends
that are gone

my dog’s ears perk up
at the sound at the window
and i bend my head
toward the sudden coldness
on my toes

i turn up the heat
by can’t quiet the sound
of a longing i don’t quite understand

i close my eyes
and dream of the season
when the sun will return to its lover
and i will return to my bed
alone in the quiet