a waking wind

in the dead
of night
the sleeper wakes
to the whistling wind

woo woo-woo

returned
from a journey
to Antarctica

woo woo-woo

sleep on

in the soft light
of a new day
gray
the sleeper wakes
to a pattering

woo woo-woo

rain has come
dragged behind the flaring skirt
of a whistling wind

woo woo-woo

sleep on

sleep on


© Frank Prem, 2017

July 2017 Poem #04: a halo of ice

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