Windswept Poem by David Harris

In blustery weather,
the wind plays havoc with you,
pushing you in directions
you do not want to go.
If you go against it,
then its one-step forwards
and two steps back.
Walking with it behind you,
next minute your in a run.
Your hair goes in all directions,
having a life of its own.
You hold onto something solid
in case you take off into the air
and you feel totally and utterly
windswept.


(8 July 2011)