night-long low moaning
twists curtain, clicks doors' catches
snake licks round bedroom
n.b. It has been a quiet winter so far out here in East Anglia’s hilly city, but now the wind is getting involved, stirring the pot, dragging the cold air with it through the streets like an impatient parent leading a tardy child to the school gate.
Your n.b is almost as lyrical as your poem here my friend… Love them both 👍🖤
If you want words…this is the place. Thank you 😊
Indeed. And yours are always a highlight 😁🖤
Well worded. I could feel the wind.
Thank you 😊