Magical, yet menacing ……
words reminding me of wind and weather
Rain that falls softly
glistening the land
drip - dripping from eaves
bright umbrellas bloom along sidewalks
Fog silently settles on field, town and city
silver grey mist tapestried in grasses and trees
swirled into cracks and crevices
beautiful moist air fills my lungs
Snow that gentles the air
piles softly on fenceposts, rocks and fir trees
awaits snowmen, snow angels and snowballs
and children catching snowflakes on tip of their tongues
But a menace remains…….
On the back of a whirling dervish of wind ~
collusion and collision- the black magic of nature
slashes rain against the world
blows snow across roads
bends trees to its will
breaks branches, scrapes twigs to the ground
whips live wires into the air
When the wind holds its breath
there is fog ~
a silent and deadly enemy,
translucent padding for brick walls and potholes.
“But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes,
without having the misery of knowing about it beforehand”
~ Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat
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