How The Wind Doth Blow...
Hear the Wind how he doth blow,
his blustery breath upon this land..
And whistles through the Winter trees.
who sway and bend at his command.
Round yon Church Steeple, hear him howl,
as scuttled leaves are swiftly sent..
Harken to his tortured groans..
the cries of many sad laments.
Oh mighty Beast, you blow so wild,
round buildings silent, standing tall..
Searching, seeking nooks and crannies,
that you can enter, you can crawl..
..To whip the eddies of your breezes,
through doors and windows not quite sealed..
You dance within, while children sleep,
Caress them with your wind-swept chill.
Go now, I'm weary of your roaring..
Blow yourself out, let calm descend..
Once more within this moon-filled night,
your force diminish, now let it end.
And when I wake, your voice now silenced..
Your wild cry and your strength no more..
I will recall your night of bluster..
and the mighty voice of your windswept roar...
Copyright Image/Poem Beverley Borresen. January 2012.
his blustery breath upon this land..
And whistles through the Winter trees.
who sway and bend at his command.
Round yon Church Steeple, hear him howl,
as scuttled leaves are swiftly sent..
Harken to his tortured groans..
the cries of many sad laments.
Oh mighty Beast, you blow so wild,
round buildings silent, standing tall..
Searching, seeking nooks and crannies,
that you can enter, you can crawl..
..To whip the eddies of your breezes,
through doors and windows not quite sealed..
You dance within, while children sleep,
Caress them with your wind-swept chill.
Go now, I'm weary of your roaring..
Blow yourself out, let calm descend..
Once more within this moon-filled night,
your force diminish, now let it end.
And when I wake, your voice now silenced..
Your wild cry and your strength no more..
I will recall your night of bluster..
and the mighty voice of your windswept roar...
Copyright Image/Poem Beverley Borresen. January 2012.