Doors bang
On winter nights.
Something clangs.
The brightest light
Must fade and die.
And tonight I
Hear the wild wind’s
Great impersonal roar.
And when the doors
Bang and slam
I know I am
Just windblown dust.
Doors bang
On winter nights.
Something clangs.
The brightest light
Must fade and die.
And tonight I
Hear the wild wind’s
Great impersonal roar.
And when the doors
Bang and slam
I know I am
Just windblown dust.
intense, well done
Thank you, Beth. The poem came to me last night as I lay awake listening to the wind slamming doors and rattling windows.