Wind From the Past

February Wind

Yes it does howl
even here this far
from the Plains
and my windows held
though my door rattled
until I shoved
a matchbook into the frame.

I finally slept
but some wind was still
moaning inside my head
and I woke up shivering
but not cold.

And I’m still thinking
about it days later
that wind brought
something back.

I am moving around
the rim of memory
looking in and back
and the wind,
the wind without end
blows across the tops
of the tall grass
and makes waves in
this endless inland sea.

Another unexpected memory poem. One more (for now) will follow this one.