for my friends

The evil eastern wind 

that cut through flesh and bone

and hurt my soul 

with light so bright 

and merciless

and shadows deep and sharp - 

no room was in those days

for dreams and hope -

the evil wind died down.

warm sun is on my face 

and birds are singing

of love and light

and better days to come

they warm my heart 

and by my loving thoughts 

may they warm yours!