The Howling Wind

Could not find artist for this lovely image

Could not find artist for this lovely image

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.

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Author: AR

Writer, photographer, traveler, general life-liver.

3 thoughts on “The Howling Wind”

    1. Hi Kim-

      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.

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