The Weather Vane Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Weather Vane



The weather vane
It crackled
And the wind
Turned round
A little

Not that
The wind was not
Running though not
A gale.

Yet
It was just restless
A restless Soul
Selling its merchandise.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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