Tonight with sullen scowl it strips
The gold leaf from the limb
Tonight with cold and puckered lips
It churns the clouds of heav’n
Tonight the shiv'ring moon is dull
And teardrops lash the dark
As every ragged ditch is full
Of Autumn’s waning spark
Tonight it preys outside the door
And moans against the sash
Tonight, across a ghostly shore
Its howling billows crash
Tonight it weeps in sobs of gray
Across earth’s barren form
A sorrowful soliloquy
A bold and empty storm
Tonight the landscape is a floor
The wind a ruthless broom
It heaves down every corridor
And into every room
It sweeps in vile abandonment
The orchard and the vine
Across the muted continent
Without thought or design
Tonight we tuck the little child
Between warm quilts of down
And though the brooding wind is wild
And every leaf far-blown
It cannot chill the firelight
Where thoughts and memories flow
We hold our loved ones close tonight
And let the north wind blow
Janet Martin
The wind is raging and howling tonight...
Hang onto your hats and grab a coat before heading out.
Or, stay home by the fire, hold a loved one and keep warm.
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