FIERCE WIND AND STORM
Fog on the fields this morning,
So dense, I could only see
Shapes and shadows
Heading towards me.
Only hear the lovely papery rattle
Of dry leaves
Hanging on a bit longer,
Before the wind
Blows them and the fog
Into oblivion.
Standing at the fence, listening
To the cat’s tiny lappings
Of icy rainwater,
I feel the wind’s new strength,
Triumphant after its cleansing
Of field and hedgerow,
Pulling me and pushing,
Pushing me and shoving,
Until it almost bowls me over.
But I hold on,
With fingers strong and fierce
As wood, new leaf and berry.
For I have a lot to do
Before I allow any storm to blow me
Into oblivion.
© GWEN GRANT
Lovely. I could feel this as I was reading it. 😊
Grateful to have read this. Thank you so much for sharing it.
With best wishes, Edris.
Thank you. So glad you liked it.
Gwen.
Thanks so much, Liz. So glad you liked it. We have to hold on!
Gwen.
Awesome poem
Thank you so much. I liked your poem a lot and recognise all too clearly the mind that never sleeps!
Gwen.
Love this Gwen! I really like the atmosphere. Yes, that season is approaching!
Sharon 🥰
Thank you, Sharon. Glad you liked it. Loved your Rosemary blog and my Grandson is going to buy me a bush(?) at his local garden nursery.
All best, Gwen.