Cold & Windy
David J Walker
They said it on the radio
this morning
at 7:30
A cold dry wind
coming in from
the North-Northwest
If I were to invest
Myself in Winter/Stock
Inhumane the Solstice/Clock
Drops 5 seconds every hour
Shortening the time it takes
To freeze the lakes
In the middle of the city
If I were to divest
Myself of Winter Winds
I would follow my
snowbird friends
to Florida
the land of white sands
and warm waters
Why does every wind Howl
Like Winter in December
With nothing to say
except it’s name
Over and over
I miss the defining blizzards
Of December
Going honestly about its
Death threats
The wind it sends to the
Prairies are
Meant as harassments only
Even the Winter knows
How lonely
The sounds of nothing
Rushing by
The lost horizons and
Deep blue sky
Turning gray
It will be cold today
They say
On the radio
Cold and windy
She sat alone with paints beside her chair,
a canvas filled with sunshine at her side.
She gazed around the scene set en plein air,
then chose a brush to paint the rising tide.
The blues and greens were blended carefully
to capture all the shadows and the light
on water swirling in the crystal sea
with seabirds diving in to grab a bite.
The vista on the canvas taking shape
with sky and sea, the morning light was best.
A misty fog along the rocky cape
meant clouds were rolling in from north, northwest.
She rushed to add a final touch of tan
then sprinted just before the rain began.
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