A wind comes in waves all this December night
It rises and falls then rises and sighs and falls again
Sweeping across the plains and lakes from so many miles away
At first calm with a hum and a whisper that builds to a roar
Then slams on the window and goes back to quiet
Way off high in the sky something is strong

Thick ice breaks off the branches and thuds on the roof
Sudden, shocking without pattern or rhyme, distressing
Flying ice and sticks come scratching at the glass
A pitter pat of raindrops without purpose or meaning
Automatic consequences of the wind

I only wish upon a storm that in our lives, you and I
Could feel meaning in our robotic expressions of affection
And why is there scratching and skittering and bickering
Like sticks scratching at the glass. And the thudding fall of
Ice into my life without need or cause, distressing
The pitter pat of meaningless formulae, numbing

For I know that way off high in the sky, deep in the heart
Of what is us, there is something strong
As sure and steady as nature. There is love
It’s roaring at the window
Let us trace it back to the whisper of its origin
Let us hum it to each other