Eight-line Poems

The Wind

The Wind

Snow on the way, the forecast said,
and, a little late, the flakes began to fall
from a steel-grey sky to turn the world white.
In bed after dark, the house was wrapped
in the soft silence of snowfall, it being rare
that the sound of weather would penetrate our nights.
But, later I wake to noises of a wilder wind
in the branches of the trees. Expectations met.


Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, December 18 2020
Prompt: Choose 3 words from the poem to include in a poem you write. If you prefer a specific topic, write about WIND.