Wind bouncing, soaring, roaring
Whooshing, tapping, gusting,
Squeezing through, whistling and wheezing
Blustering against the pane
Calm for a moment
Then howling
Flapping, snapping forwards and back
Quiet gusts and then
Splintered glass
Debris on a ground attack
It comes around again
Banging, huffing and puffing
Forcing at the door
It’s coming back for more
Blasting against my past
For days these winds last.
End
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
The weather is so interchangeable in England but none more so than in October when the winds whip up storms and clean out the cobwebs.
Thanks for reading.
You’ve captured the feeling of that blustery weather in your poem. The noises, the chills, the winds. Feels like here!
Thank you!