A mighty wind whips in from the sea
Tearing weakened limbs from the tree
Forcing the rain up under the eave
Wreaking a havoc I hardly believe.
The beach road is closed for all of today
Ferries are cancelled, docked at the quay.
Porch chairs and cushions all in a heap
Five Corners probably two feet deep.
Will the power go out for stove and heat?
Do we have enough food for us to eat?
Take the oil lamps down from the shelf,
Trim the wicks, and prepare yourself
To go to bed early with quilts galore;
Wake tomorrow to see if there’s more,
Or whether the day is sunny and bright
And we can begin to set things aright.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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