North Wind is in training.
He’s sparring and teasing like Ali once did.
The dustbins are tumbling.
They’re spewing out litter from ill-secured lids.
Our old fence is shaking.
The fence posts are rotten and can’t stand the fight.
Sash windows are rattling.
They're causing insomnia right through the night.
Our swing seat is naked.
No more lazy lunches while we sit and sway.
The canopy’s dismantled
To stop Wind from lifting it up and away.
Oh yes, Wind means business.
He’s pulled on his gloves with a duck and a dive.
He’s punching our garden
And kicking detritus all over our drive.
Go reset the heating
And put all your t-shirts away until spring,
Cause winter is coming.
Wind's left hook has knocked summer out of the ring.
Great poem! Almsot makes me shiver even here in lanzarote where it's still pretty warm!
ReplyDeleteGlad to have shared a bit of our chill with you, Pat!!
DeleteYou're so clever Ros. I agree about the swing seat last year I put a large cover on mine and the wind went right underneath it and blew it across the garden.My glass topped table also was smashed to pieces.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Anne, yes they do turn into missiles if you're not careful!
DeleteBrilliant poem! I loved it and it was such an easy read. Lovely! You better turn up the heating on those radiators!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Duncan, it was fun to write.
ReplyDeleteOoh, I felt all shivery after reading this! Brilliant. Now going to put on extra layers and tackle those blown leaves.
ReplyDeleteSorry I made you shiver, Carol, but then it's that time of year, isn't it!
DeleteWell, we've got quite strong winds here, but not winter weather yet. Love the poem, though!
ReplyDeleteA great consolation, this, for our rubbish weather! Thank you, Ros.
ReplyDeleteOoh, you've made me shiver, Rosalind. Great poem! Dutch weather is much the same, but here it's just misty and still. No wind these last few days.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem! This was so imaginative and fun to read! I'll have to look this up again to help knockout the winter blues! Julie
ReplyDeletevery fun poem - have to love the use of the word detritus in a poem. Well, we're still trying to punch out summer in Texas. We might get hit with fall this weekend - that wind is supposed to blow in a "cool" spell. I belong where it's blustery and I can wear sweaters. Sounds like a cup of tea is in order for you folks.
ReplyDeleteHi Ros .. great poem - after yesterday's north wind I quite agree ... thankfully we have a respite today. Wonderful scenes you've woven here - and I love the wind boxing its way around ... I'll be remember the boxing blues for a long time ...
ReplyDeleteCheers Hilary
What a lively and evocative poem! very apt.
ReplyDeleteAwww, it's kind of sad to see summer go, isn't it?!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem!
Autumn has hit us hard today too. Awful wind, rain and cold here. But nothing as bad as the poor souls Stateside. I hope they make it through without too much damage and disruption.
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