destiny come

comfort grows
in golden rods
lazy winter wheat
barns to lean
til someone dares let go
quiet keeps a place
beyond the willows
a row along the turnaround
and no one needs to know
you stayed for love
with not a thought to hurry
for what would be
and when would come again
sitting long into the night
a witness to each falling
when asked of these
you held them
every one