A WINDY DAY
When the wind sounds like a Banshee
Howling at your door
And the carpet to wipe your feet
moves along the floor,
Then the wind calls down the chimney
to see who may be at home,
That is the kind of day when everyone
does not want to roam.
Stay indoors and try to ignore the cold rain,
and the wind that screams,
It’s a good night to go off to bed quite early
and hope for sweet dreams.
Was that someone knocking? Someone
rattling the front door?
In the cold night there is no one there
for me to see anywhere?
Listen to the trees groaning as if hurting
as they bend and sway.
I hope they will stay standing tall and strong
in their own special way.
Please blow more gently autumn wind,
no destruction cause,
Change direction from the freezing north,
take a break and pause,
For you must be weary, for you have
have blown so hard all day,
Please go off to sleep and rest well,
go somewhere else and play.
It is too soon for the winter wind
to blow so cold and long,
Just for awhile wander to another
place and sing your song.
Some place that rarely sees snow
and would welcome you,
Blow somewhere you have not blown
before, go somewhere new.

M Ann Margetson © September 24, 2001