My tired horse nickers for his own home bars; A hoof clicks out a spark. The dim creek flickers to the lonesome stars; The trail twists down the dark. The ridge pines whimper to the pines below. The wind is blowing and I want you so! The birch has yellowed since I saw you last, The Fall haze blued the creeks, The big pine bellowed as the snow swished past, But still, above the peaks The same stars twinkle that we used to know. The wind is blowing and I want you so! The stars up yonder wait the end of time But earth fires soon go black. I trip and wander on the trail I climb -- A fool who will look back To glimpse a fire dead a year ago. The wind is blowing and I want you so! Who says the lover kills the man in me? Beneath the day's hot blue This thing hunts cover and my heart fights free, And laughs an hour or two. But now it wavers like a wounded doe. The wind is blowing and I want you so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 39 by THOMAS CAMPION BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'TO PARLIAMENT THE QUEEN IS GONE' by PATRICK CAREY |