“Wild Nights Are My Glory”

windy
trees
shriek of the coming
storm

that
is already here.

it roiled,
as young hearts toiled
for naught else
but
a clean
start.

but the tempest calls
now
vengeful
frightful
fearful,
of the calm that will come tomorrow.

Title from “A Wrinkle In Time”:
L’Engle, Madeleine. A Wrinkle in Time. New York :Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1962.