the wind

the wind is ringing chimes
and bending branches,
the swing is banging against the house.
we need to take it down for the night
so we can sleep
the sound of the wind drowns out traffic,
the usual chatter of passersby is quieted
they stay inside
their voices would not carry far enough
to their friends for them to hear
outside in this wind
chinook wind,
you bring us warmth
we hear you whistle in the
night..