[Art by Andrew Wyeth, “Wind from the Sea”]
A chill wind
swept through
my house,
blowing out the
candles and
darkening each
of its many
rooms.
I was sorely tempted,
I’ll admit,
to shut the windows
and bolt the doors
and do all I could
to drive out
my frigid guest.
But a voice inside
restrained me:
“Let her be;
she is my messenger.”
