Wind
It creeps around the corners
It moans about the eaves
A rapid fork of lightning
Sparks beyond the trees
My pulse gallops skyward
As a sudden fear sets in
The birds have ceased their chirping
Will this madness never end?
Oh, it makes my blood run cold
To hear the gusting squall
It creeps around the corners
And sprints halfway down the hall
Make it stop, make it stop,
I can’t bear it anymore
As a blast so strong
Stabs at my very core
Then morning dawns at last
And the sun peeks out
My breath again resumes
Going in, going out
Until the restless night
Once more comes to call
Monstrous Zephyr from the West
Endlessly casts its pall
Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2024
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