The Storm Walker by Ed Ahern

There is a man, or what was a man

Who walks our storms in darkness.

On sleepless nights I see him striding

All wrapped in sheets of summer lightning

Or flushed with the sodden rain of fall.

The gentle nights are spent without him

Who rouses for the wind howl and snow

That consume his passage.

I think to join him in his trek

But fear that he will tell me

Of why he steps within this violence

Or worse, for whom he seeks.

Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had over two hundred fifty stories and poems published so far, and six books. Ed works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of six review editors.