whatever pulled the wind that night

it had it bring a tree down

untidy lime tree holding tight

to the end of my last garden

one of five aginast the sky

an elegant surrender

it broke the wall and bent the gate

and warmed us through the winter



whatever pulls the wind tonight

will have the roof slates fly

but rows of chimney pots don't wave

like trees against the sky

the hill behind the old house

I can trace it with my finger

against the sky I see it still

and draw it down on paper



whatever pulled me over here

you were the main contender

and with the tress against the sky

another life's remembered

some evening skies are yellow

and over my head they're blue

what happened to the green between

it happened to me

too