Oh ~ how the wind cries tonight
What can her troubles be
That she is up so late
Weeping and wallowing
It’s clear she needs some comfort
How she wails
And wanders restlessly
Relentlessly
So let me go and be with her
To hold some of her grieving
And shoulder her travails
I know  ~
I’ll sympathize
How nights like this can be
I’m here for you ~
I’ll croon to her
And we’ll go everywhere
And anywhere
She asks of me



Sara Mathews     April 2020
Winslow Homer