West winds

   Much winds yesterday,rustling the pines as well as the oaks,the maples and the elms.The wind brought rain and at times a banshee howl that chilled the spine.I think that Shelley had it right.

  " O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing"

    Later in the early morning the howling ceased and silence so profound followed that I out of bed opened the blind to see if all was well.

" The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"