As the winter winds travel across Wyoming’s landscape
the swirling snow releases its memories of you, lost …
somewhere… on Casper Mountain.
Its frigid touch awakens me to your
aloneness – in that wilderness of blinding snow
cries – deafened by the river of winds,
calling – out in hope for
a human form – to emerge out of the whiteness
the warmth – of a human hand
the sound – of a voice, comforting you
accompanying – you home.
As I become hostage to this winter’s swirling thoughts
the river winds tear into my soul
releasing tears arising from
the darkness of grief’s aloneness, seeking
a knowing to emerge out of ignorance’s darkness
you found – peace
within – a loving presence
embracing – you
accompanying – you home.
Lawrence John Anderson, January 11, 1957 – January 20, 1980
a meditative journey 
I love your “river of winds..” I lived in the second windiest place in Wyoming. Know Casper was the windiest.
While living in Laramie and then in Wheatland, the wind often felt like a level 1 hurricane (absent the rain). And then there were winter drives through blinding white outs and over snow snakes.
They say Casper is the windiest town in Wyoming and Cheyenne the second, but I went to the U. of Wyoming and I remember some pretry strong winds there, as well as in Cheyenne, where I also lived for 7 years. I had an interesting adventure in the Wheatland cutoff once…
Sounds like an adventure that is shared over a glass of wine 🙂
Or a gin and tonic.
😃
Haunting image and poem, Brenda. Lovely.
His words speak to me of a longing as well as the universal striving to be in an emotional relationship.