Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Verse

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The afternoon dissolves to darkness,
suddenly the downpour tumbles
and the spouts regurgitate.
Willows tilt and elm trees tremble,
intertwine, then disassemble,
all awash in green and grey,
threads of nature cast asunder,
unattached they dance and scatter
at the dimming of the day.

Hedges stripped, once meshed together,
tree tops tussle in the fray,
the kettle sings a screaming descant,
shrieking o'er the storm's foray, and listen
to the cabin creaking, squeaking loud 
as if to say, I'll bear this, and so much more.
Windows grey with condensation,
all are safe and warm before the fire.

Comfort is not relegated, 
greatcoats hang from studded rafters,
scarves and mufflers blend together,
boots and slickers for the brave ones,
regimented rows aligned.
Now there's stew and home-made biscuits,
mugs of cocoa laced with rum,
a cure for nature's howl and hum.

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Susan Palli May 16, 2012 at 12:36 AM beautiful!could picture it all, could feel the coziness

Terry L. Allen May 15, 2012 at 11:14 PM Like a sage of story telling you have told this tale. Not unlike the start of a book that begs me to read more it is written that well. I much enjoyed the read. TLee