Coming to terms with a windy night

When life is but a  yellow leaf …

ready to fall out of sheaf :

Lo woman, let me hold thy waist-

and help you dance out of step …

and guide your miss of every beat ,

to watch the fun –of lone retreat

Oho it’s a windy night

cruel ,cruel windy night –

cruel for sparrow’s nest:

and empty boots  enjoying rest –

 

inside cabins fires burn ,

letters go , scares return –

kisses happen- lovers too ,

peculiar hullabaloo !

 

it’s windy windy -birds still fly :

naughty birds, just don’t comply

to trajectories of still-born days

birds and their birding  ways !

Lo woman, if ever at all,

thy   will be bird of the fall

surely then -I’ll let thee fly

blue and big ,higher than sky –

till winter takes the final call –

and windy words break the wall!