The eternal wind roared last night
Bringing thoughts of Wuthering Heights.
No Heathcliff threw open the window
Imploring Cathy to come in .
Yet I felt the storm grin.
How quickly the lights
Of pubs and clubs go out.
And the reveller’s shout
Is lost in wind and night.
K Morris - Poet 
I like it!
Thank you Liz. I’m delighted you like it!
You’re welcome, Kevin.
Wonderful comment on Bert.
I’m really pleased you enjoyed my poem, Vivienne, but I’m not sure what you meant by “Bert”?
Storm Bert that passed over at the weekend
Ah! I understand! Thinking about it, I should have understood your meaning!
Beautiful, Kevin! Best wishes, Michael