The wind blows
Bracing and carefree during the day.
At night it is sinister – hiding the evil.
It roars so.
Even after it stops it is still there
In the sound of stillness.
Blowing the leaves
Swirling leaves dancing in dappled sun.
Lifting and dropping in a dance.
Wind surrounds me
Making the night darker, meaner.
I close the shades.?
Falling asleep slowly
Listening to the scratch of branches
Waving with evil in the wind
Waking to sun
Shining through the leaves