Late Summer Wind
Creaking inn signs, anchored on rusty chains,
swirling leaves in night-deserted lanes,
Soughing and sighing
the wind keeps vigil over her domains.
While raucous birds object at break of day
the trees are dancing wildly to her sway.
Whistling and whining
the wind keeps vigil over her domains.
At noon the sea is writhing and foam flecked,
the waves grow higher, now with spume bedecked.
Roaring and raging
the wind keeps vigil over her domains.
At eventide small boats rush helter-skelter
into the safety of the harbour’s shelter.
Groaning and moaning
the wind keeps vigil over her domains.
When all forsake the day and trundle homewards,
when all is quiet and gathered safely inwards,
flurrying and hurrying
the wind keeps vigil over her domains.
By CATSEYES
© 2008 CATSEYES
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