The quiet hush
Of the evening
Wrapped its velvet
Bow around the house

While the wind
Claimed the garden
Roaming the barren trees
With bitter pride

The branches held the
Sleeping dreams
Of July birdsong
And vibrant dahlias

Bushes trembled
A pine branch scolded the wind:
Be gentle, friend
Winter has a long
Way to go

Save your strength –
We are too brittle
For your restless play

The angry wind
Ignored the trees
His madness
Forced the wind chime
Cry a song of
Gentle past:
Of summer breezes
Lullabies

And while the
Wind just roamed the
Garden, searching
For a peace
It couldn’t find

A soft evening
Wove its own song
From plush gray yarn and
Silver peace

Let’s stay in tonight