Northwester Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Northwester
The agitated wind
is howling
with a vengeance
while prowling
Beating on doors
and rattling windows
Slinging broken branches
as though they were arrows
Stressing power lines…
stretched to the brink
A halo glow
from candles dilutes
the night ink
Waiting for
the merciless northwester
to die
Waking to the calmness
of an exhausted gray sky
3/3/2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
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4/26/2024 12:04:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem, very descriptive.