Stalked by the Wind

Written by: peggy caulfield

The wind in the willow trees
Is stalking quite near,
It's picked up speed
And it's mocking my fear.
I feel it breathing
Down my neck,
It's chilling my body
And I feel like a wreck.
Please show me a place
Where I can flee,
Where the wind can't watch
Or follow me.
Guide me home
To the warmth of my place,
Where I leave no shadow
For the wind to trace.