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Monday, December 30, 2019

Will of the Wintry Wind...


we woke to the wild will of the wind this morning!
all man powerless against its force.
we can muster the might to bear its bluster and batten down hatches
but we cannot thwart or deter that invisible fiend


Wind’s wild wail rakes hill and dale
Rouses sleepy russet leaves
Wakes the world with wrath unfurled
Rattling windows, doors and eaves
Riles the tops of bristled copse
Shrieks across earth’s living room
Tugs at hoods and bundled broods
Hustled by a bully’s broom

Rumbles, roars through out-of-doors
Like a freight train without form
Lunges, lashes, plunges, splashes
Like a sea tossed by the storm
Rankles, rages, rips at pages
Pressed like pansies in a book
Rough shod artist flings a heart-twist  
Into every nook and brook

 Puddles rippled, silver-stippled
Sweeps a sheet of streets, roofs, yards
Double-decker trouble-wreaker
Strews rubble through boulevards
Shakes and shivers brakes and rivers
Not a shred of courtesy
Pulls and pushes the bulrushes
Frazzles frothy filigree

Rosins fiddles bronze and brittle
Made of sticks and prairie grass
Steals our shingles, peels back wrinkles
Fills our fists with teenage sass
Keens desires for home-fires
And its world of simple joys
Makes us gladder for each other
While the wind its will employs

© Janet Martin



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