Windy Day Poem by Thomas Plotz

Windy February Day -
Vortexes of blowing leaves
Debris of fallen trees,
Rubbish, wreckage, shards of sticks remains,
Blowing, still…

Turning, churning, gusty rage,
Angry wind misbehaves,
Tempered frenzy from the west,
Another Hot winter, February day,
In the F70+ I'll say
Strange winter by the way,
Not that cold at all…

I had to hunt down the recycling bin,
When the wind blew it away?
Found it wrenched and twisted, than wedged into thicket of,
Thorny briar; prickly barbs, of pointed shoots of cottontail,
Surprised not to find the rabbit and hares here…

Hares are different than rabbits, with size and coat,
Hares coat changes color, with the seasons,
With this season, March winds are early
Shirley, the robins will whirl back this way soon,
On this,
Windy day…

T. Plotz
19 FEB 2016