Driving by,
Those who walk.
In the morning,
Engaged in talk.
Gentle breeze,
Across them flows.
Oblivious to?
The trouble for those?
Living miles,
Away from them.
Hunkered down,
On their islands.
A terrible force,
Will hit them soon.
Life and property,
They may lose.
But, maybe the walkers,
Are talking about that.
Reminiscing about,
Blizzards, months back.
Trees blown down,
For days, power lost.
When the sky cleared,
Calculated the cost.
Sympathetic to those,
Their hearts go out.
As Mother Nature’s,
The one with clout.
For me, I wish,
Them all the best.
Once again,
We’re put to the test.