Oh wind how pious doth you blow,
Like Aeolus in the winter snow.
Oh Godly God you do partake,
On earth, in heaven my soul to take.
I pray upon your tragic war,
As you blow, destroying all.
My temperament lie bare and dull,
My belly not yet full.
We’ll wait in eve for the storm to pass,
As we wait to lift our glass.
And cheer the warrior in the might.
As winter tears and fights.
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Beautiful.
Thank you.
This poem could well be a blessing said over food. I just await the amen. Nicely done
Thank you.
Most welcome
A wonderful stormy tale. To watch as the wind blows, trees swaying and bending to its will, its sometimes destructive nature all speak to the wonder of mother nature. Great write!
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