Short Howling(A) Poems

Winds howling outside my window,

as I look out toward the Rocky Mountains

and seeing the white fluffy clouds going

to pay them a visit.  Grass is calling for me

to come to them, as they whisper

so low in my ear, telling me what

I already know, but sorry friend

you will have to wait another day,

before I can mow you.

Meantime I will just listen

to the wind howling a little longer

and dream a little while.

Written 6-2-11...

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