Wild Wind Song

 

When the night falls down

In a dark velvet gown

Crowning earth’s borders

East, west, north and south

I hear the croon

Of a lost afternoon

I taste the salt

Of its tear in my mouth

When the wind moans blue

On midnight’s avenue

Phantom scavenger

Fearless and bold

I hear the lay

Of a sweet summer day

Warm in my memory

Yet to my touch, cold

When the wee house shutters

‘neath dark threats it utters

And love-stitched blankets

Cannot snuff its bluff

I hear the wail

Of a life growing pale

Heavy with things

Which are never enough

When dark night is deep

And the earth is asleep

Save for stark tree-tops

Tormented and tossed

I hear a moan

Echo sad and alone

A wayfarer searching

For years she has lost

© Janet~

Tonight the house shivers and shakes

as the harsh winter wind

howls and rakes 

its talons of steel across the dark

chill and wroth

shrouding the earth in a silver-white cloth...