Wind
blows fiercely through the trees
Clouds
skim greyly across the sky
My
house groans low through the night
It’s
a hunker-down day
Windows
whisper under their eaves
The
sound is such a ghostly sigh
The
sun peeks meekly with dim light
It’s
a hunker-down day
The
weather chills me to the bone
The
undeniable looming near
A
voice that’s calling out for more
On
this hunker-down day
Terror
fills me with each moan
One
reliable doom I fear
The
wolf is howling at the door
On
this hunker-down day
Love this ... "hunker-down" day ... needs fireplace and coffee and quilts
ReplyDeleteAnother great poem. I feel that way today. Nice job. Love the terror and the wolf and the whole atmosphere
ReplyDeleteLove this. The whole atmosphere and the terror, the fear
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