Thar she blows

sorenbarrett

She is the wind, on hot days she blows from the south
On cold days from the north icy, nary a word from her mouth
A funnel cloud in circles blows, dark clouds on her brow
A whisper in a breeze that grows from the east, a gale called Gail now
Hurricane on course with deadly force all in her way pinned 
Spiting death from a blustery breath, they call her the Westwind

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  • Shaunmatthewcpoetry

    Lovely flow, enjoyed this.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Shaun for the review and kind words of support they make the day

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      nature and its awesome strength

    • Paul Bell

      Strangely enough, the sun has hit Britain, people are taking fourteen layers of clothes off, another two days of this they'll be a hose pipe ban.
      I know they build houses to withstand hurricanes, but I think when mother natures at her worst, no building is going to survive.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks so much Paul for the read and yes you are so right any bloke will tell ya no one can stand against the force of a woman's rants and rails

      • Friendship

        You painted wild images of all kinds of winds. Your poem revolves around the different aspects of the wind and its effects, illustrating how it changes with the seasons and its capacity for destruction, particularly in the context of hurricanes and storms. Well written



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