The Wind …

… the neighbor’s dog
barked incessantly all day

fraying her already
fragile nerves

early spring but she
sees a long summer

she didn’t know which
was worse …
that damned dog
or the howling wind

the dog she could almost
ignore … eventually …
there was a rhythm

but …

the wind …
that devil in the air
driving her slowly

this time of year
when it starts
the wind never
stops …
day and night
going on forever
and …
the dog seems
an almost
welcomed relief

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
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As Ever, Annie