The weather outside was frightful



like birds in flight

light off the wind

Is it goodness blowing in?

Or is it death deciding to go?

Fall to winter wanders

Winter slips to spring

But this thing

was wicked wild wind

Slicing, slapping, clapping

toppling timber

to the ground

The sound

of air slamming

like ram heads together

This windswept weather

was wildly worrying


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