Gusts Over Fifty Comments

I've been there, pard, in winds over fifty with gusts over eighty, and the sand blowing in my eyes and in the eyes of my horse! Not fun at all! Great, realistic poem. Oh, I see that it was poem of the day in 2017. A worthy choice!

Wonderful poem..you catch the essence of the spirit of the wind..congratulations on being selected poet of the day..

The wind of winter coming from over tree tops and vanishing at far off places. A nice poem composed beautifully. Congratulations.

Winter wind.... congrats on being chosen...

This is happening now as I read...A monstrous storm, a cyclone is passing over my country here in north old Oz..! Things are rugged but I cant help raising a smile at your well penned poem. You tell it as it is Biil. Great writing my friend. Cheers Geoffrey.

a very atmospheric write of winds that terrify some with their might? ........brilliantly written.

It is a marvellous poem on gust in winter having high penmanship. Each and every lines are interesting to read. Enjoyed with heart. Thanks for posting.

Wandering gusts of winter wind! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Great poem, Bill! Your descriptions of the wind are fantastic. This is a well-deserved poem of the day!

Great description and perfect poem of the day! So good to read and may you be well. Thank You

Bill, I love the wind. Find it somewhat mysterious. You've done a great job in furthering the mystery. Very vivid imagery. Permitting the mind to almost hear the sounds. And what a great last stanza! Congrats on Poem Of The Day.

Coming from somewhere, Pausing not a whit; Peripatetic and unsettled; Roving onward to anywhere; Wild, unleashed, Unbridled through the sleeping towns; Till it's force unwinds, And it loses its self elsewhere; … nowhere… … nowhere… That I can see from here. - - - - - - - - - - - - -An amazing poem on winter.I would like to read it again and again.