Wind Is a Tyrant Today

Wind is a tyrant today
Whipping scarves and purses off people
She laughs as some land in mud

Wind is brilliantly in her element
Gloating a bit that she commands the grays
She brings ominous excitement to Chicago’s skyline

Wind cuts through shoulders
Reminding the commuters who the boss is
They begin to button their trench coats. 

Wind is on a tear
The rest of us defer to her
Even the gargoyles at the top of buildings lower their eyes
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Hankins Avatar
July 11, 2022 at 11:37 AM
I love the whole poem, Caren, but the last line is extra special!
Krutsinger Avatar
July 11, 2022 at 11:40 AM
I loved it so much that I intentionally made it the last line.
Rodrigues Avatar
July 11, 2022 at 9:15 AM
Love that last line! Yes, wouldn’t it be fun to be the ind for one day! ;)
Krutsinger Avatar
July 11, 2022 at 11:40 AM
It would!
Lawless Avatar
July 11, 2022 at 4:23 AM
Love that last line Caren....a wind that even annoys the gargoyles....wicked
Krutsinger Avatar
July 11, 2022 at 11:41 AM
I am grinning big now John. Thanks for the comment.
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