Roaring in rustling and
Tossing trees,
Wailing and moaning
In whipping wires.
A strident, insistent,
Car alarm.
An upset bin, with
Unwanted plastics…
Scraping,
Scratching,
Tumbling,
Chasing along the road.
Aggrieved air
With attitude.
It certainly is that way at the moment!
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Very!
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I love to walk in a bit of a wind storm, Mick. There is something amazing about its freedom and wildness. Great poem.
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Thanks, Robbie. I tend to agree as long as I’m wearing the right clothes!
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Stay safe! Sounds dangerous out there.
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Not dangerous, perhaps, but certainly…wild and windy!
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It may sound weird, but I love such weather 😀
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Not weird at all, Maniparna. So do I.
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Great 😀
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It has been like that here in NYC that past two days
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Your imagery captures the wild feeling wind can bring. Will follow, thanks for following mine.
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Thanks, Dave. Dave Ply drew my attention to yours, so I went and had a look.
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… and as I read this, the sound effects outside my window mirror the words.
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I do my best to supply the complete package, Dave!
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