Gayle Poem by Phil Soar

Gayle



She blew in on a northerly, one day in late September
I saw her swirling through the field, of that I can remember
A wind of such intensity, it made me feel quite frail
She held me in a spin a while, I heard her name was Gayle

Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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