Wind in the Wires

Wind in the Wires

The insatiable wind whips through the night in invisible frenzy.
Empty snack wrappers, paper cups, and bits of newsprint,
Dance across the road while signal lights swing.
A soft shriek of tautened power lines voicing protest,
To this gusting intrusion of frigid breezes,
So chill in what should be a balmy March evening.
Newly budded spring leaves thrash under the torment,
The rapt lashing of raw wintry gusts and bluster.
Tempest of night, sighing past warm houses,
And keening across chilled brickwork.