Windermere Wind
The Windermere wind
sings eerie at night
and dances in circles
in low evening light.
The houses in stone
stand steady and straight
ignoring the rush
of the wind at their gate.
The leaves fall in moonlight
like snatches of snow
confetti on rooftops
that frantically blow.
The ancient glass windows
shudder and shake
as mothers and fathers
lay wide awake.
The Windermere wind
whirls down the streets
as all through the night
small boys and girls sleep.
Joy Weare,
13th September, 2011.
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