as mending

the surf is wild
in an inkling of twinkling
stars start in the sky covered by
twilight night has come and gone
rains and winds conjure cloudy morn
bliss to be alive and well and warm
the ground is wet regrets the storms
that push and pull the icy blasts
that beg forever torn aghast those
confessions
lose direction in fields that shield
zeal to feel and fast the appeal
has turned your pride to grass and stalk
to love the land you toil
the sun the moon the soil
to bear witness to your soul
the windy winding
road back home as mending.