The wind is howling down the chimney
Smoke from the burning logs uninvited
In my now very hazy room,
Watery eyes, coughing, cursing these
never ending storms.
The chimney cleaner will have a clean
face this year
as last years soot covers
my once cosy home.
How long will this breath from hell
Continue to blow
Don't think the weather men
Even know.
Choking and spluttering
I reach for the door
A blast from the storm
Almost land on the floor
And then in a moment
a flash in time
All calmed, things are
Just fine
Put down the shovel,
and dirty brush
Siting enjoying silence,
that welcome hush.
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