A wild and windy weekend
A wild wind
To dash against my fence
To make free with my door
All trees asunder
Tortured into
Tattered leaves.
Ladies skirts gathered
From flying high,
Men folk tugging
At their coats,
Children whirling
Wailing squeals
Above our heads.
All autumn
Come to judgement
In a band of hail.
I dare not go
A looking out to sea
Riding white horses,
Another ship wreck
On the smashing tide.
I gather fortune,
Huddle by the fire
Begone fiends
Douse your ire
Leave me in peace.
Can a wave be crest fallen ?
A wave of farewell
28 Nov 2011 12:08
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