A Blustery Winter's Storm. Poem by David Boyce

A blustery winter's storm.

The winds are really high,
Since this early morn,
The weather changing quickly,
To a blustery winter's storm.

Trees blowing and bending,
Branches breaking adrift,
Some larger trees rocking,
Until their roots just uplift.

The Skies quickly changing colours,
With the vastly moving clouds,
The winds whistling sounds,
Are really hard and loud.

Lightly drizzling one minute,
Then to a heavy rain storm,
Causing chaos to people,
Because this isn't the norm.

Written by David Boyce
23 February 2017
David Boyce©2017