Crossing the Winds (White River Junction, USA)

David Leo

Smitten at the junction
where the winds cross,
one dark night
right smack in the heart of winter,
frost bitten, the chills in my bones
I live a romance by a pot of soup
over an eternal fire,
the fire burning slowly, quietly
a passion ignited
in the depth of my soul.

I've not seen the white waters flow
but I fall in love at the junction
all the same,
good enough for me
the sound of its name
as honest as it's primitive
as natural as when
we love and not fear
crossing the winds.

Published in One Journey, Many Rivers (1993)

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