Howling by Kevin Moran

WINTER’S HOWLING WINDS

Howling winds as banshees cry

rolling clouds fill the sky

rumbling bubbling trouble unfolding

dark and threatening drama beholding

expectancy of danger near

anxiety builds to fuel the fear

rain lashing penetrates

spraying soaking isolates

waves pounding shoreline foaming

not a soul out there roaming

chill embraces senses numb

ominous signs Winter’s come

 

Kevin Moran, Willy Dolphin

 

 

Roll, wind, roll by Tom Cannon

This week the wind’s been from the north, and the west. Here’s a reflection about wind from the south.

 

Watching the wind roll from the South catching sails and hurtling craft forward.

 Where is my wind that will fling me forward to dance across the waves of expectation

 Taking me to a safe harbour tied to someone’s heart not being torn apart

 The wind blows catching the salt bush causing the whistle through the trees

 My sails still furled

Tom Cannon