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The Wind

by  Jojovits1

Posted: Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Word Count: 83
Summary: I love the sound of the wind. She always comes across to me as some sort of sprite, playful or angry, depending on her mood!




The Wind

I hear her in the dark.
Her siren song
soft as a lullabye.
From the window
I watch her stir the trees;
branches like crooked fingers
beckoning.
 
Come to me.
 
She grows impatient;
Whistles turn to moans.
She calls
down the chimney
shuffling the embers.
 
Come and play!
 
Grabbing at my skirt;
flicking my hair as I open
the door;
Her song
a harmony of welcome
with the rain.
She enfolds me in
a cool embrace
and kisses my cheek.