scribbler
Mar 01, 2011

LATE WINTER WIND

Leaves playing tag in the cold wind
as they sprint across the ground
while winter nears its chilly end
last blast ere spring comes around

In airish skies cirrus clouds race
foretelling storms now on their way
often dimming the sun's winter face
on this brisk and blustery day

Shoulders hunch and ears grow cold
eyes squint against the swirling dust
lofted by a breeze grown bold
interspersed by howling gusts

The few birds which choose to fly
dip and swerve on waves of air
which break through tumultuous sky
which has laid the trees all bare

Golden sedge fields are in motion
shaking off the morning dew
tossed about like a dry ocean
I love days like this, don't you

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

S

I've tried it both ways and will let it cook a while before editing. Thanks for visiting...............stan

Geezer

to take away one syllable from the line; 4.1~ The last blast, ere Spring time comes [ 'round ]?
Then there is a need to add two syllables to line: 3.2 ~ Often dimming the sun's [frosty] face? In view of the season, and the coming storms. Nothing else to add. It was very visual, as always, ~ Gee

S

We generally get at least one more snow before March is over. We are having a false spring right now with everything blooming and budding. I fear most will be nipped by a freeze.....................stan

Roscoe Lane

Yes i do love days like this, blows all the cobwebs off and keeps you moving. Your discription is a joy in itself, great peice of poetry. Regards Roscoe..

S

I expect folks who live in Kansas and other places where the wind blows constantly write poetry about calm days lol..........scribbler