Listen To the Wind

There it goes again, a wild gusty breeze huffing and puffing through the barren trees while on the ground below, a leaf scurries to and fro. I hear the hum, then the raging howl a bounce upon each branch on the prowl just before the then of here and now windswept passage keeps no vows. It speaks to me in a hurried rush shivering the spine blown with every touch and in its rage, I pause to hear and listen to the voice of the wind, fierce and bewitching.