For the first time the wind blew straight down from the heavens. I was wandering around the barnyard about three AM in full moonlight when it started, flattening my hair against my head; my dog cowered between my knees, and the last leaves of a cold November shot to the ground. Then the wind slowed and went back to the north. This happened last night and already at noon my faith in it is passing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT RETIREMENT: AN ODE by JAMES BEATTIE CANTIC. CHAP. 2 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE TWO FIRES by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |