Winter Storm
A need to get from a to b
Worrisome weather to battle
The journey must be made on foot
The distance shorter than a mile
First the sounds
That tell me that, this is a bad idea
Whirling winds, blowing things
Crash, smash, sweep, bang
Then the feel upon my face
An onslaught of rain and sleet
Obscures my vision
I can't feel my cheeks
Take each step against the storm
Diagonal walking, hunched form
Blown backwards
Leaning forwards
My clothes are stuck upon my skin
They pull and tug on each step
Drenched through
Cold and wet
Journeys end
Shed the armour
Replace with warm and dry
Happier with the storm outside
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2022
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