Today the Wind

Today the wind

is very quiet,

rustling not rushing,

a faint but insistent

white noise — not gone

not giving up, but still

whispering and shushing
and once more muttering.

Siege

The wind is making woo-woo ghost noises

and bumping the doors like an intruder

wanting to break in. I refuse to open

but it stays all day, insisting, even begging

with high-pitched wailing and then
the desperate, long, low, pitiful howls.