Gales
Shining cloud-veils
cold-veined, tearing
shrieking past the
the cannonball moon.
Open jacket, work shirt,
wind-pummel beating my chest -
but it cannot get through!
Today saw tall trees felled fast,
one-way signs bent to the ground
in obeisance. How brute
gusts rocked cars!
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February And Beyond
PoetryThis ark will take me through to springtime - 'the pretty pretty ring time'.
