A Smell of Country

There is nary

a moment when wind

does not blow

over the little town

in a sweet valley

far below.

Always a hint

of wildness in woods

sheltering like a

blanket of kindred

spirits to boot--

enter night-time with

more than a few moments

to rest ‘cause life

is in pause from a day

without protest.

Sleep in time for dreams

of crusades and other

wild ventures (or)

love lost and found

without strife in-between.