APRIL WIND Options

[Cybele]

Creaking inn signs, anchored on rusty chains,
whispering leaves in night-deserted lanes,
Soughing and sighing the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.

While raucous birds object at break of day
the trees are dancing wildly to her sway.
Whistling and whining the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.

At noon the sea is writhing and foam flecked,
the waves grow higher now with spume bedecked.
Roaring and raging the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.

At eventide small boats rush helter-skelter
into the safety of the harbour’s shelter.
Groaning and moaning the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.

When all forsake the day and trundle homewards,
When all is quiet and gathered safely inwards,
flurrying and hurrying the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.

“All rights reserved by Grace Galton as an unpublished work"



FIRST REVISION With thanks to Alan

Creaking inn signs, anchored on rusty chains,
whispering leaves in night-deserted lanes,
Soughing and sighing, the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domain.

The trees are dancing wildly to her sway,
while raucous birds object at break of day.
Whistling and whining, the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domain.

At noon the sea is writhing and foam flecked,
the waves grow higher, now with spume bedecked.
Roaring and raging, the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domain.

At eventide small boats rush helter-skelter
into the safety of the harbour’s shelter.
Groaning and moaning, the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domain.

When all forsake the day and trundle homewards,
When all is quiet and gathered safely inwards,
flurrying and hurrying, the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domain.

[AMETHYST]

Hello Grace,

Yes, I guess I am guilty of being one and the same...  :rofl: Thank you for the kind comments, sometimes I can be too suggestive with my thoughts...  :detective:

I am extremely embarassed, but creaking, as you've used it is right, for some strange reason it looked as thought it had been spelled wrong (Shhhh, a sure sign of old age setting in...)

I have read this again for the pure enjoyment and as always look forward to reading more of you work.

Hugs, Liz