my newest poem

When the Wild Wind Whistles

Sudden and furious as a temper,

rattling the window,

stopping thought,

demanding attention,

like a frustrated child to a distracted mother,

the wild wind whistles.

Violently it rages,

no care for tree limbs breaking,

flinging dirt through the air.

The wolf is trying to blow your house down.

Will your structure hold?

When the wild wind whistles there's nothing you can do,

Just hold on.

There, the storm is passing.

The clouds have flown.

Silent stars still crown us.

You see? You've come out whole.