This poem was written over the past few days.
Wind
outside my bedroom windows
the wind blows - stops - blows
rain slashes against the walls
gushes down the road out front
rain imitates my tears
falling by buckets
as
watching my favorite Brit dramas
war and death
grief more profound
than when dear friends died
the wind blows and blows
outside my bedroom windows
copyright Ann Blackwell
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