Wind Doth Blow

It is morning and I lie awake,
Hear the shatter of branches break;
- spillikin, splintering spears of wood
Start to skitter and scroll down the tiles, down the walls
And down to the clotted drains and pools

scratch-catch, of door hinges,
As gust after swallowing gust
Sucks and blows against the shuddering frame

Now the air whorls and thunders all around,
Drumming hands linked with baying hounds
Chase the birds and animals to ground
The whole world has heard this gathering, ghastly sound

A storm upon the world.