Knock, knock, knock on the windowpane
Insistent fingers, tapping and clawing shhhhhh don’t wake the baby
The oak beside the window creaks, moans and the moon
Peers down haughtily from behind veils of sand
Tendrils of dust below the doorjamb you can’t see me
Voices babbling among the trees, crying, clamorous
Sermonizing in some unknown and angry tongue
Dark is deepening, shadows creeping you’re not alone
Thoughts’ edges fray, scatter night-howling away
Fingers becoming wrathful fists, raining pounding fists
You can’t stop me, you can’t breathe, I’m not leaving.
3 thoughts on “The Howling Wind”
Beautiful write! Great imagery ! Love ur work….
Are you the photo artist as well? I’m looking for who the artist is and google led me here.
No, I’m not- this was a lovely image I borrowed from somewhere online, I forget where it was! I thought it was Flickr but I honestly can’t remember.