When The Wind Blows

Shirley Shuler on Jan 19, 2010

Tags: bone, chilling, cliff, cold, evil, heartless, home, mercy stumbling, stinging, trees, warmth, wind, windy

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No place like home.

It’s an evil wind that blows no good

Cold, stinging and heartless

Roaring down from a windy cliff

Bearing down upon topless trees

Chilling me to the bone

Robbing the warmth from my very being

Giving me little time to recover

Showing no mercy for a wind beaten soul

Stumbling, racing against the wind

A beautiful sight before me

Home

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Comments (12)

joyhyena29 on Jan 19, 2010
well done^^
johnnydod on Jan 19, 2010
good poem
ken bultman on Jan 19, 2010
I know the feeling…in the true sense and even metaphorically. Nice write.
drelayaraja on Jan 19, 2010
Wonderful write
AlmaG on Jan 19, 2010
I love it!
albert1jemi on Jan 19, 2010
beautiful one
giftarist on Jan 19, 2010
Yeah, no place like home. Great piece!
V rank on Jan 19, 2010
wind-blowing poem.. seriously i like this poem…
devsir on Jan 19, 2010
I liked this from heart
Lady Sunshine on Jan 19, 2010
Lovely piece, Shirley. Home is where the heart is, wherever that may be.
Ruby Hawk on Jan 19, 2010
Nothing feels so good as getting home on a cold wintery day.
cutedrishti8 on Jan 20, 2010
Wonderfully written..

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