Writing from a virus-hit January, the last thing we wanted to happen
was ferocious winds causing so much damage. But here we are, in
the middle of Nature’s rage and fury. I chose this poem to cheer myself
up and, hopefully, to cheer us all!
WOLF WIND
The wind comes wary,
Like a quiet wolf
Sneaking through the trees,
Watching what’s lying
In front of him.
This house blown down,
That tree uprooted.
The whole of one small town
Wrecked by the wolf wind’s fury.
Except for that little corner
Where Lovers plot and plan
their glowing future.
Feeling the wolf’s sharp teeth
nibbling,
They kiss and deny him.
Rap his nose and send him home
crying.
©2021 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 