I’ve been
known as
reserved
quiet
reticent.
They would
hardly
recognize me,
now that you’ve
turned me
into a thing
that howls.
Tag: howl
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XIII
Thrown by your howling wind
and soaked in your tempest rain,
I reach for you,
wondering how you put
this thunder
in my ears.
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