The Night Wind
- At March 03, 2021
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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All night the wind
convulses frozen trees
in a wild howling.
I sleep fitfully.
Just before midnight,
the doorbell rings
and digital clocks
begin flashing.
After noisy hours,
creeping light returns
and the wind drops.
We all stand still
for a moment
before great gusts
rise up to push again
against the walls of my room.
The acerbic sun
illuminates the bare
branches responding
with fresh spasms of delight.
Follow David!