The soft murmuring of winds
Beneath window panes
Quiet moans echoing
Of growing pains
A lull from the moon
To lighten the gloom
And speaks of sweet slumber
As the sky breaks under
Heavyset erupting clouds
Now howling pounds
On the window panes
Thundering from
The water drains
Shrieks of great terror
Eyes tight together
The slumber gone
A growl rumbles
A trash can tumbles
Our hands interlaced
The warmth pacified
The tears erased
Back into bed
Covers over head
And beneath the window panes
Again the soft murmuring of winds
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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By Tabitha Hinkley4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Love this. I feel the elements embracing in these words, and particularly love the tumbling trash can with its impact I can hear almost audibly. Love also the hands interlacing, the subtle hint of a lover experiencing the same sensory interlude.
This poem about the wind is so poignant.