When she called out his name
to the north wind
it roared
through the trees
and made her winter green.
.
When she called out his name
to the mountainside
it rose
up the ridge
like a fever.
.
When she called out his name
to the racing sky
it echoed
like a dozen geese
searching for a season.
.
When she called out his name
to the ocean
it churned
to salt butter
on her toast.
.
When she called out his name
to a sliver of moon
it hung like a lamp
on the dark side
of doubt
and this time she knew
that he heard.
.
(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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