Monday, April 9, 2012

National Poetry Month 3

FURY

Angry waves, egged on by
   the furious wind, attacked the
   seawall, while tall stately fir trees
   bowed to the fury of the storm.

Nervous whitecaps flipped their
   white petticoats as the
   waves pummeled steadfast pilings
   holding flimsy docks.

A few adventuresome birds came out of
   hiding to soar along with the wind, turning
   to meet it head-on, wings beating frantically
   to stay aloft, ducking and diving, challenging
   the relentless fury of the elements.

1982
 

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