Barbed Wire Horizon

Wind caresses like approaching death last years wool trembling late on rusting wire above the wall little tortures of twisted fate Standing on the narrowing road I counted memories in my mind touched by blade of rains revenge not needed here, but there defined Blue-grey cloud sailed on more some reaching gently to touch the earth its fingers wrought to kiss the grass and rain from west and bitter north I finally turned on down the lane and buried my hands deeper still the darkening sky is shallow cover but devours the day for evening chill