Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Rara Avis
Fair to middlin'
The wind gets the trees to talking
in no uncertain terms.
He rabble rouses the tin on the shed door
that bangs for all its worth.
It speaks in skritch with branches
rubbed against the window.
The wind gets the house to whisper
in creaks and groans that make it a home.
It whistles past your ears a breezy tune
you know by heart and don’t care for.
It takes advantage of warm exposed necks
and murmurs things that will chill you.
On some days it talks so bad and strong
you’d think it might could kill you.