Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar!
What would it take my standing there for,,
Holding open -a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore!
Summer was past & day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the porch’s sagging floor,
leaves got up in a coil & hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but GOD…..!!!!
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