Chilly Night

 A chilly wind blows tonight with stiff lips,whistling a dirge down the dark, empty glenClouds hover in an apple-crisp night skyThin, streaming clouds, stingy clouds Smoke from a fat little house, painted gray,streams like banners in a circus show ringPussy willows shiver in sweaters, too thinDucks across the moon flying shadows Their moonlit wing become brushes paintingswaths over restless, empty spring meadowsWind is a chorus of devils singing,spitting breath across all that sleep in peace Only when the rising un melts the skywill stillness come and relentless wind cease,greeting the morning with a hollow sigh