Saturday night

We’ve been warned
That it’s warmer
But likely to be
Wetter and windier
Floods we might see
Tonight as I lie
In my bed I can hear
The roar of the wind
I imagine the fear

In the hearts of the deer
In the forest away
Up the hill, not the chill
But the trees
Who may pay
Heavily, really
Branches, torn
A’sunder
Leaves all a flutter
A roar like thunder

Trees may fall
Our home just might be
Down in the forest
Unexpectedly
There are risks to contend
With
That much is true
When the wind takes its power
And just blows on through

Two weeks to Yule
Christmas again
Another new year
And the same old refrain
Carols and over consumption
For some
When others have little