Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Awhipping

Wind’s a’whipping;
Branches thrashing.
Chairs are flipping;
Teeth are gnashing.

Garbage flying;
Scarves wrapped double.
Those home sighing,
Sweats and stubble.

Wind chill saying
It’s much colder.
Those out paying,
Being bolder.

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Caren Krutsinger January 15, 2022 at 11:06 PM I can feel this icy wind piercing my skin!

Terry Flood January 15, 2022 at 11:04 AM Crikey, Ilene, that sent a shiver right through me (and I’m sat here with the central heating on). Rico’s got the right idea about watching by your window… but I wouldn’t recommend climbing a mountain in this weather. ;-) Terry

P.S. Awtry January 15, 2022 at 10:54 AM Oh, we had some winds through here last night! Sometimes you wonder how your house stays intact. Hope you have a much better day with lots of sunshine! Enjoyed your poem, as always! :)

L Milton Hankins January 14, 2022 at 12:57 PM Oh my, Ilene, this sounds like Chicago, but I know you are in New York. You must be getting the brunt of some of the storm moving eastward already. We're expected seven inches of snow on Sunday, or so I am told.

Tom Cunningham January 14, 2022 at 11:46 AM Brrr thankfully I can watch from inside now but used to work outside in all weather's. Tom

Rico Leffanta January 14, 2022 at 10:26 AM Wind is best enjoyed on a mountain peak; it can be terrifying on city streets! Stay home and watch it by your window! Aloha!