The wind screams outside
A sound full of mourning
I watch intently from bed
The trees toss with warning
I snuggle up close
In my cozy blue nook
The song of the wind
Becoming part of my book
The rain knocks on my window
Getting more and more frantic
The spirit of the storm
Getting more and more manic
The wolf blows his hardest
The North Wind screams and screams
But I hear none of it
As I drift into dreams
A sound full of mourning
I watch intently from bed
The trees toss with warning
I snuggle up close
In my cozy blue nook
The song of the wind
Becoming part of my book
The rain knocks on my window
Getting more and more frantic
The spirit of the storm
Getting more and more manic
The wolf blows his hardest
The North Wind screams and screams
But I hear none of it
As I drift into dreams
- MargaretE.'s blog
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Cloudkitty
Apr 30, 2020
This is really beautiful!
"Meet me
where the end begins,
in echoes,
where your world is me,
and my world is yours."