Turbulence

Everything is shivering and cringes in this wind,

these hooligan gusts charge wantonly

snapping heels, callously clipping ears, stinging noses.

Invisible save for the humbled detritus

littering our paths,

this threatening prankster, a bully-boy unchastened

safe to come and go, to bide its time,

then strike with cowardly force, is

sometime an eager friend,

a dryer of clothes, a flyer of kites

then a flippant turncoat Judas

that scorns and steals our warmth.

We shiver and cringe in this fickle

uncaring wind.

Published by grahamrsherwood