Poems by Anne Knight
THE GALE
Wind played a tune
Like an opera singer
In the highest notes.
Whistling wind
Knocked at my window.
A high tune it played
For it tapped and tapped
‘Let me in.’
‘No,’ said the window, locked,
‘You cannot open me.’
But it tried and tried.
Vigorously the wind tried,
Its wildness blowing again and again.
Then the notes played a different tune.
Softer and softer
And all of a sudden
Silence, silence.