Wind
Wind gusts so strong:
bird feeders rattle
and the house shakes.
Winter withdraws
its savings
from the snow banks
and invests in
dervish drifts.
Laundered money
weaves lace curtains,
snow white,
across the yard.
Wind blows hard,
turns birds into
feathered snowballs
flung towards
frosted windows
and frail walls.
A red poll flock,
hoary and a century strong,
blows in,
blows out,
frightened by the wind’s
great lusty shout.
rogermoorepoet 
Perfect images, Roger!
-j
http://www.thestoneist.com
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Thanks, Jan. Be glad you aren’t up here. That last ice storm was a brute. Shediac in problems and the Acadian Peninsula still without power, five days later. At least Arthur happened in summer. We went ten days without power then.
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Hello, My Good Man. Today’s poem: Wind accurately (and poetically) captures all that I dislike about that unholy partnership: wind and winter. Thank you! Cheers, Chuck
On Sat, Jan 28, 2017 at 11:55 AM, rogermoorepoetdotcom wrote:
> rogermoorepoet posted: ” Wind Wind gusts so strong: bird feeders rattle > and the house shakes. Winter withdraws its savings from the snow banks and > invest in dervish drifts, laundered money that weaves lace curtains, snow > white, across the yard. Wind blows hard, turns birds into” >
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Why thank you, Chuck. I’ll e-mail you separately.
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I love this one, Roger…I can feel it.
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That’s when it’s at its worst: when you feel that ice cold Arctic wind whistling through windows and doors. Luckily, we don’t get it that often: but when we do …
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burrrrrrr….Lol
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Amazing read!😃
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Thank you so much and so glad you liked it. Thanks for following me too! I just noticed.
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