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we're dancing like Mad Romans
mad mad Romans to stave off the cold sliding underneath the front door we stomp our feet to stir our blood the vicious East Wind howls hisses insisting on being let in near the door jam the cat sniffs out the chill jumps midair as fitful spits of air force their way in through the cracks don't oh don't you despise that East Wind oh banshee mean and vile in January persistent in its violence and wailing persistent in its wringing creak dry-cackling electrifying randomly the atmosphere sparking the carpet as we gingerly high-step we're dancing like Mad Romans mad mad Romans to stave off the cold we cannot warm ourselves by our fire for the East Wind blows them out we must warm ourselves by our electric stoves instead we take chances walking out our front door the East Wind gleefully bullies us knocking over unwary pedestrians with sudden updrafts and gusts some land flat on the backs others topple down on their heads in the morning the wind changes direction bringing a gentle soft snowfall we wonder at the new quietness yet the fury continues to rail within our eardrums and the memory of the East Wind lives on within the hush Copyright January 2012 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author/Writer Reworked July 24th 2015....This is about the horrible East Wind that comes to plague all of Oregon in the Wintertime. Meloo Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World All poetry/prose/ideas/rants are the expressed legal property of this Writer/ LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK FOR THIS SITE TITLE BY THIS AUTHOR/WRITER Vote for this poem |
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