Duplicity of the Wind
The wind seems a song of placidity
As it passes through the meadow near
But I know it’s a harbinger of treachery
Soon, from sudden blasts of Arctic air.
They say a snowstorm is imminent
We must quickly prepare for the worst
A drop in the barometer is prominent,
And folks in our area are well-versed.
The grocer’s shelves are nearly bare
Of staples like bread, milk, and cheese,
The wind has begun to pick up there
In the meadow and through the trees.
written January 16, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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