Arlene Smith Poet Acrostic

Wind

Whistling round the corner, a spine tingling tune;
In his empty belly, a low, eerie growl.
Northern in the winter, howling at the moon.
Desirous, hungry winds of time on the prowl.


10/23/2015
Contest: Wind Snow or Rain
Sponsor: Jan Allison

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Laura Leiser October 23, 2015 at 11:50 PM Do you need a D word for your last line to complete the acrostic, Arlene? Just wanted you to know I'd you are entering this in the contest. Your descriptions on the wind are really good! :) Arlene Smith October 24, 2015 at 4:59 AM Pppfffttt!!! Thanks, sweetness!....

Lin Lane October 23, 2015 at 9:46 AM Well done, Arlene. Having lived in Colorado I know how eerie the wind can be.