Love

One must speak of love if one is alive 

so I sometimes do in my poems.

 This is one of those:

Love and the Elements

A sneaking darkness folded

 Trees and buildings alike

A flight of birds

Ruffled the night sky

Some flickering stars

Played hide-and-seek

The sea lashed mercilessly

Flailed with a limitless freedom

Some snowflakes danced

The last dance of their life

The howling wind

In hot pursuit

And you stood there

Out of the gaping window

With a torrent of blackness

Down your back

I loved you then

Like never before

But the elements knew

How futile love was