Stalked By the Wind
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.
Copyright © Peggy Caulfield | Year Posted 2012
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