Winter Winds

Racing boastful devil breaths played tag in a sprint stretching through trees than swift and quick slapping dropped down low to touch and brush the wintering earth. A coiled zephyr snaking and winding high in the grayed sky entwined between gusty gasps of cold air streaming unseen for a wispy song soft and shrill than gone. Still for a brief second it fell quiet and silent, hushed, momentarily at rest then rising revived in irritated displeasure of the calm. Stormy seething flares un-quenched belch in the easterly gale speeding wild and reckless in the sudden lurch weaving in and out the jet air stream. Tall grass stood angel like in the dark recessed corners of the fields holding an outstretched arm to wave hello and goodbye. A northeaster blast born of racing westerlies blend and twist in the winter unexpected warm waltzing in the chill to spiral the seasonal expectations.