the soft simple
she visits
coming now and then to me

delicate today
she joins my walk
a breeze in the sunshine

sometimes in anger
she hurls herself at me
driving her fury through the world

and when we sulk
she ignores me by
straight true and held aloof

but when in need
shell visit me by night
to rock and sooth and watch my sleep

keeping at bay
my fears and anguish
and washing my tears with the world away

will she visit me today
the soft simple
will she come