‘Avenging Wind’ a Poem

The wind strikes once more,
he’s tossing washing lines
and turning trees,
threatens to strip the ripe colour
which makes the season tolerable.
I wonder what’s made him so fierce:
He’s giving me glimpses of winter,
the lockdowns imposed,
when stepping outside
becomes a crime, where
the only feature will be the trash
blown starkly down our street

*We may have to find new ways to entertain ourselves this winter.

Tag: poems

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It’s time to act with vigour
The window slams shut

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No rain for two months
The summer was long and hot
Nature’s innocence

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When the iron’s hotIt’s time to act with vigourThe window slams shut

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No rain for two monthsThe summer was long and hotNature’s innocence

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When the iron’s hot
It’s time to act with vigour
The window slams shut

No rain for two months
The summer was long and hot
Nature’s innocence