Anemoia Poem by michele fermanis

Anemoia

When crows commend the day
as thunder rolls across the sky
and icy winds serenade the trees

it sparks a longing for the wild
of oceans and deserted farms
that I have never known

a memory held within my cells
from those who travelled far
to reach this unkempt land

their islands of Atlantic storms
which lost the name of home
tie me to abstract history

I sought and never found
a place to claim my soul
somewhere the heart enclosed.