Rainswept

I wanted to use the form of a rondel to create a mood poem, as here I am, writing at night, the wind and rain battering the windows, and occasionally a glimpse of bare sky as the clouds are blown and swiftly move across the gale swept landscape.

Rainswept

The rain lashes at the window pane
Dark clouds sailing through the night
A Christmas tree indoors full of light
Wind outside turns a weather vane

Gales rattle slates, wind does not wane
The moon flitters by, a crescent light
The rain lashes at the window pane
Dark clouds sailing through the night

The traveller, cloaked against the rain
Passes by the churchyard in the night
Moss stones, graves and barrow wight
But I stay warm, indoors once again
The rain lashes at the window pane