28 Tuesday Feb 2017
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Gathering, in a wind that whirls
Picking up land, stuck in a swirl
The sounds of a freight train
Roaring, til nothing does remain
Thrashing about, in a spiral heat
Crashing about, an astonishing feat
Lifting the earth, roots fly about
I’m caught in a twister, no way to get out
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10 Thursday Nov 2016
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Cold, like the rain on a winter’s day
Callously sticking to my skin,
Old, like blackened snow, I stay
Draped in clothing, wearing thin
Shattering, chattering, subzero illusions
Numbing my senses, in vain
Chattering, shattering, icicle profusions
Looking for warmth, to guide me again
Stabbing through me, sharp and jagged
The pain just won’t go away
Leaving me breathless, hopelessly ragged
I fall to my knees, and I pray
The colder weather is approaching, Reach out and spread the warmth in your heart to those less fortunate.
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22 Wednesday Jun 2016
Posted in Wordless Wednesday
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18 Thursday Dec 2014
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A Chill in the Air, chill, haiku, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, weather, wind, Winter
The cold bitter wind
Chills my bones to the marrow
Warns of days to come
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26 Wednesday Mar 2014
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dorindaduclos.com, forecast, Night Owl Poetry, poem, poetry, predictions, radar, rain, snow, spring, weather, weatherman, wind, Winter
We’re in for a big one
The weatherman said
So we rush to the store
For milk, eggs and bread
He tells us how much
We all can expect
The East coast’s been battered
Mother Nature’s neglect
He charts and he studies
And strings us along
No matter how hard
He still gets it wrong
We open the door
And brace for the worst
And get hit in the face
With a cold sunny burst
We sigh in the doorway
And peel off the layers
And curse at the weatherman
The sly purveyor
Yet night after night
The forecast is given
Will this one be right?
As we sit and we listen
For the upcoming day
The radar is zooming
And the weatherman prays
After all he’s just human
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