The Wind and the Shadows

Around 2:00 AM

I hear the wind roaring

as it brawls

with anything and everything

in its path.

God knows where that came from.

For awhile I try to ignore it

and go back to sleep.

But after half an hour,

I give up

and go to the kitchen

for a glass of water.

On the way back to bed

I pause in the living room,

which seems to glower

in the moonlight

shining through the windows.

It’s been a long night.

Since I can’t sleep

I sit down on the couch.

Outside,

the wind rages

and rounds on itself

in the dark,

filling the room with

shadows

that hold my gaze

as they lash out

and gesture furiously.