Dark of the Moon

Chapter 51: Wind Elegy (W. E. W.)

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A collection of lyric poems organized into thematic sections that dwell on natural landscapes, seasonal change, and intimate emotion. Short, image-driven pieces range from moonlit nights and coastal scenes to autumnal boulevards and secluded woods, often pairing precise sensory detail with reflections on longing, love, memory, and mortality. Portraits of individuals and quiet elegies appear alongside meditations on stars and tides, producing a restrained, musical voice that emphasizes transience and beauty through concise, resonant language.

Wind Elegy
(W. E. W.)

Only the wind knows he is gone,

Only the wind grieves,

The sun shines, the fields are sown,

Sparrows mate in the eaves;

But I heard the wind in the pines he planted

And the hemlocks overhead,

“His acres wake, for the year turns,

But he is asleep,” it said.