Wind Over the Lake

The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it,
but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.

John 3:8

Wind over the lake—desiccate leaves
scrape indolently at our feet, like the years.
We feel the chill of the restless wind.

Fall’s maelstrom of reds and golds
is all around. The cool, invisible hand
lifts silvering hair.

We are entering autumn of our time together.
Some leaves have fallen, but many remain,
waiting to be plucked by wind over the lake.

NOTE: On this date, March 5, 2023, Nancy and I celebrate
our 57th anniversary. We were married at the Church
of the Redeemer, Kenmore. Fr. Roy Coulter officiated.

Second Sunday in Lent
March 5, 2023