#333
The Oak Leaf
I've held on till I can no more;
Dizzying heights appall.
But cool wind whispers through dry veins:
Freedom's in the Fall.
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A Windy Day Walk with Simon the Stubborn Dachshund
#329
"I Want to Go Home"
The wind was ogre-ish and strong,
The dog was long and small;
The wind tore at his face and back,
It terrified and appalled.
I saw the look in his dark eyes,
A desperate mute appeal,
To get him out of that bad wind
And home from this ordeal.
So home we went, uphill and down,
Hurrying through mean streets,
To safely lock the wild wind out
That with such force ill-treats
And forces such small dog retreats,
And forces such retreats.
Inspired by my wife's rage...
#220
Sprung
11 April 2012
The chill wind trashed the garden,
Middle of the night,
Shriveled leaves and blasted buds,
Then fled before day's light.
The warm, windy day in mid-winter...
#200
Getting the Mail
The wind whips through the white pines,
Roaring like a long freight train,
Coming down upon me
With the force of a driving rain.
Still the sun is shining
And the jonquils bob and weave,
While I hurry up the driveway,
Giving thanks for this reprieve.
2/23/12