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(Poem by Wendy Howe ) And when the night is new, I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you From the popular World War II song The farmhouse is cast in stone, frost-chilled -- and the casement window a weathered frame that defines the shape of a girl looking toward the wild acreage. Blond hair is loosely draped along her head and shoulders like a curtain swag while the wind holds its southerly breath -- until a swallow awakens song in the barn's cupola, moonlight filters through a stream igniting fish scales or polished stones and she unlatches her heart listening for the brisk pace of footsteps -- her soldier traveling the field as plants fray against his boots, brown leafage splintering into spring and the ripeness of new expectations, a longer stay at home. To know more about this poem, about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) |
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