I Woke to Hear November's Wind...

I woke to hear November’s wind

Where night-scape sprawled silent and still

Yet noise tore at each leafless limb

With violent and unbending will

..as petal- leaves were ushered, rushed

Beneath a giant, obscure broom

Like children by a mother, shushed

Toward an invisible room

…and how can sound, like a freight-train

Rumble with no distinctive source?

Rattling at every window-pane

A formless brute of fearsome force

It screams; a wild relentless wail

And no one can escape its wrath

Except the moon, round-faced and pale

Beaming to earth a silver path

© Janet Martin

We have had more power-outages in the past 8 months than we have in the past 8 years! Last night I stood in the dark and gazed out at the surreal-ness of shrieking wind over moonlit calm. The trees are bare and nothing seemed to move yet the house shook and rattled in its relentless force. 

Our hydro was restored this afternoon.:)