Walk and walk and walk
Headlong into the wind
Saying your name aloud
Again and yet again.
Perhaps the wind might carry you away
And give me some peace.
I’m out here
Walking with ghosts and birds
Both bent back as they battle the breeze.
I find a feather;
Curled and intricate.
Beautifully camouflaged
Against sunkissed heather.
I hold it up to show you.
You pinch it between your fingers
And take it with you when you go,
Spinning away northwards,
To settle on a faint skein of snow.
