The wind is more blister than bluster today
Everything unhitched is blowing away
A woman, while walking, was stopped in her tracks
Much better for those with the wind at their backs.
Branches are whipping, leaves flipping, stones skipping
And grasses with roots are barely just gripping
The ground that's below them which threatens to fly
While birds ground themselves, 'fraid to fall from the sky.
Shutters are shuddering, gutters flooding, doors shutting,
And I fear before long all the lights will be sputtering,
Leaving me here in the dark, in the cold,
With only the warm pudgy hands of my children to hold.
