Poetry on a Windy Night

The cold north wind blew
loud and mighty last night
whipping the shutters
on the side of the house
while inside we sat cozy and warm
reading poetry from
a stack of books
piled up on the floor;
e.e.cummings , modern
and dissident; Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
not famed like Cummings,
and other masters of poem,
but a popular poet
of her time; And Alfred Lord Tennyson
with his rhythum and prose, awed
and enthralled me
in his "Idylls of the King"
and the tale he wrote
Late passed the hours
and still I read
about good Arthur, the
knights and the
life they led.