Windblown Poem by Malcolm Evison

Windblown



The howling gale subsides
to lullaby proportions -

the wind’s bluster
suddenly becalmed -

I watch the scudding clouds -
their bellies washed

by a low surfing sun -
no-one has told them

to stop their scurrying
so I return to mine.


27 January 2008

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Craig Steiger 28 January 2008

thank you Malcolm a wonderful poem- connected to Nature.

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