Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts

Monday, December 6, 2021

Pre-Winter Wind-Storm

 While we put on the tea kettle...




The wind gnaws at window sashes
Growls like a dog with a bone
Hurls and swirls russet leaf-ashes
Plastering autumn’s gravestone
Bidding stragglers to take cover
Underneath awnings that drip
With tears of a jilted lover
Burned by tamed flames of friendship
Turning ruddy, countenances
Sallow, for lack of sun’s kiss
Jeering like a rogue that dances
As if nothing was amiss
Raking treetop’s naked tresses
Shaking hatches battened down
Hoisting the hemlines of dresses
Making modest matrons frown
Where the heart like a wild stallion
Pounds like hoofs on rib-caged turf
Conscious of wraithlike rebellion’s
Rising, rolling, roaring surf
Boisterous, good-for-nothing rebel
Rattles doors with cold, hard fact
While we put on the tea kettle
And pray the roof stays intact

© Janet Martin


Jim just called to make sure I've 'battened down the hatches'!!
the ominous moan of this morning is turning into 
growling gusto...



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



Thursday, October 3, 2019

Fall Winds


 Fall is in full, frigid form today!
Welcome Octo-b-r-r-r!


They raid the gleaming tress of tree-tops; parade, trip, tumble and twirl
They chase the loosened leaf like a schoolboy teasing the pretty girl
The heart once heaped with flowered laughter feels a little lost and sad
Soft-torn between the scenes of summer and fall’s apple-pumpkin plaid

They brood outside windows pulled shut against their chilling, surly sweep
They unravel the canopy that lulled a sun warm world to sleep
They wake in us want for kind comforts we forgot in summer’s spree
They make us glad for simple pleasures; supper-soup and cuppa tea

Sometimes they fling a sapphire awning overhead and steps grow light
And we are thankful earth’s undoing does not happen overnight
Sometimes they weigh the leaden heavens with a sea that has no shore
As harvest-time takes a hiatus while fall anthems pour and pour

Reckless rebels that romp about; vexatious rogues, they seem to me
To love to turn us inside out with reluctance and ecstasy
Unorthodox bold Casanovas, they make us admit full-well
That we would miss fall’s ruddy bliss if summer stayed till winter fell

They instigate a kindred spirit with the sympathy of ink
And strike a chord within the poet that inspires her to think
In ways that sunny summer days cannot begin to comprehend
Ah, fall winds kindle winsome whispers only Poem can defend

They plunder frost-bedraggled cornfield’s rustle-weary infantry
They thunder through blue shadows etched on molten, golden twilight’s lea
And propel us from yester-season to Time’s present colour-blast
They let us know for sure and certain that summer’s last days are past

© Janet Martin


Wednesday, April 3, 2019

The Winds of April

PAD Challenge day 3: For today’s prompt, write an animal poem. The poem could be about an animal. Or it could just mention an animal in passing. Or include an animal in your title and fail to mention the animal once in your poem. Your poem, your rules.





The winds of April vex, beguile
One day they rage, the next they smile
One day a lynx, ferocious, wild
The next a kitten purring, mild
One day a stomping, snorting ram
The next a romping little lamb
One day a bear, growling for grub
The next a playful, carefree cub
One day a mad dog, shaking the land
The next a puppy licking your hand

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Winter Wind (or something like it)




He moans about the chimney-flue
And stokes a sudden flame within
They leap like shadows thin and blue
Like ballads from a violin
Where farewell feels like next of kin
And whispers keel and tug and woo
Upon the wave of dusky hue
That plays upon earth’s pallid skin

His kiss is cold and she is old
-er than she was, she knows full well
And no one told her of the smould-
-er that can fill dusk’s raven swell
With hugs that hurt too hard to spell
And all the words that would unfold
Get lost somewhere out in the cold
Like stars that sparked the dark and fell

© Janet Martin




Friday, July 29, 2016

Summer Or Is It Just the Wind?





It moves, a green tide through blue-dappled leaf arches
It rolls, a gold glimmer through barley and wheat
It sweeps like a southern belle through open porches
It chases the tumble-weed, tickles bare feet
Now rising, now falling, now sighing and moaning
Nature’s formless vagabond roams land and sea
Teasing and seizing, cajoling and honing
Each summer-sweet morning into history

© Janet Martin

Where and how did July go in a such a flash ?! 
Ah yes,
Flower by flower, 

ebb by flow, 
 
splish by...

splash...