17:19 Wind Woes

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 19th, 2007 filed in herself, poetry, Uncategorized

It blows. It blows across
the land, and through my soul.
A sturm un drang without respite,
crushes all resistance.
The air we breath, no deadly
and vengeful pales all confrontation
and causes the strongest to weep
for quiet days.

I huddle, cosy and quiet,
in my hovel, thankfully
in the lee-side, smiling
quietly in my blankets

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