Relentless East Wind

The wind, tonight, is relentless.

I cannot sleep, as it whistles over the roof

and rustles the trees outside my window.

With all this restlessness,

sad and lonely feelings

take hold.

So many small sorrows,

not quite eclipsed by the great tragedies.

I tell my sad stories to the dog,

and watch the nearly full moon

drift across the night.