The Voice Of The Wind (Poetry)

The voice of the wind
brings a chill from the moors
it tells of the wild
and frozen outdoors
describing those empty
and echoing miles
where winter holds court
in the night’s lonely aisles

News from the shadows
where Nature curls deep
dormant — unmoving
in seasonal sleep ...
above the gale howls
below the seed waits
while the cycle slow-turns
and the shrill wind relates

We listen and shiver
crowd round the fire’s glow
hark to the warning
of Arctic-born snow
think of the homeless
know surely we’re blessed
with a roof overhead
and a bed for our rest

Four stout walls protect
those gathered within
safe from the threat
whispered so thin
and thankful we sit
gazing into the flame
while a cold-weary twig
taps the heart’s windowpane