Windy Day Musings Poem by Madison Riffle

Whistling wind comes in waves
During the dreary dregs of an overcast day
As a professor softly speaks of poetry.
Words weave around the silence
Creating a studious stupor among us,
Effectively enforcing the importance of his lecture.
Discussion directly ensues,
Promoting a bubbly babble of participation -
Students hoping to earn favor or facination.
Some stay silent, not sure what to say.
One wrong word could end in embarassment.