Inside the Storm

The wind was raging running

wildly screaming

like a frightened pony

seeking shelter from a storm

It banged at the windows
 and slammed at the door 

where, upon gaining entrance, |
it knocked about all it touched ...

 until, finally, nearly out of breath, 

it settled itself in the presence
 of the golden glowing hearth 

There it lingered for hours
 gently stirring glowing embers,
 causing them to laugh;

As it danced in and out among the flames,
  I watched with delight,
 sitting quietly,
 listening,
 enjoying my companions
 sheltered and warm
inside the storm