it’s a windy day
after yesterday’s freezing fog
that tantalized an eager sun,
this wind deserves no title
it’s not constant,
being neither friend nor enemy
to warrant a name,
we mustn’t honour storms,
a name confers a character
builds a voice, a shape, a picture,
this wind deserves nothing,
do not fear
it will roar and be gone,
faceless, formless, nameless
until the next time.
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© Graham Sherwood 02/2021
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