Though The Wind May Blow And The Rain May Fall Poem by Diana van den Berg

In the whispers of awakening dawn
in the golden song of bright midday
in the lullabies of late afternoon light
as the sun slips slowly
into moonlight’s serenades
in those long quiver-quiet hours
of sweet night bliss and slumber
we are drawn closer
like wide-sky dancers
into each other’s aura
and though the roaring wind
and the driving rain
try to tear our bond apart
we always find a way back home
into the passion
and peace
and comfort
of each other’s safe-haven arms.

(10 September 2013)