North Wind
Dead is my love!
Cold, cold blows the wind from the North
Frozen is the river into stillness
And silent lies the valley
Beneath the icy stars
Under the snow
Soon will come Spring with the wildflowers
The blue jays will strut again
Among the silver aspens
The sleek sea otters will sport
In the green waters
On the mountain peaks the rising sun
Will speak of hope, of life renewed
And my heart will melt
With the ice and snow
As life goes on
But tonight, moans the wailing wind
Through the sighing trees
No birds sing in the valley
And there is no moon
My heart weeps
Dead is my love!
Poem Written in: Stewart, British Columbia | November 1979