The wind
More than a murmur. More than a whisper. The trees dance frenetically in its sway.
I long for it to calm that I may be lulled to sleep by such susurrous song.
Alas, it seems not so.
Its anger calls at me through the open window; I have no desire to close it.
But the creaks and moans of its passage become almost too much to bear.
Still I bide my time, hoping for the anger to subside.
It could be a long night.
Haha. There is some magic in those analogue tools. And I just learnt a new word, susurrous. :)
@colinwalker Reminds me of William Carlos Williams’ “January."
Whoda thunk it ?
@schuth Ooh, I like that! Thanks for the link.
I like that too. So defiant!