Longing by susan Rowe

The blustery cold wind whistles
as the rain skates across the window pane.
 
Waves crash against the ragged stone wall
painting the grey stained fence
 
A faded red Adirondack chair jumps
leaving a scar on the path
startling the uninvited magpie
 
Trees sway in harmony
as the river dances unaware
 
A forgotten garden, long since vibrant,
casts a shadow on the golden grass
 
Inside, the quiet whispers a soft melody
the music stills (calms) my soul
I turn away, forgetting the storm outside
reaching for my grandmother’s handmade blanket
and her favourite book
 
Her sweet voice sings softly
in my memories
 
I will not cry today.