Wild Wind

The wind is wild tonight. Trees are whipping and moaning. The power lines spark when they slap together. All in all a nasty night for man and beast. And yet there is something that calls to me from the wild heart of the storm. A call echoed about within my soul. Dear tempest do you know how you temp me? Calling me to embrace the fiece wild wind. No, I thought not. I don’t understand it either. 

Cheers on a windy night. Be smart and stay safe. james

Storm coming

Wind rustle in the trees,

Rain drops twinkle and sparkle,

In the night, bright with light.

Thunder rumbles, lightening flashes.

The storm comes on unhurried and unconcerned.

Mothers comfort children,

Old folks whisper half forgotten tales.

Still the storm comes on.
Until at last the peaked furry subsides, and quiet calm remains.