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Striking without warning
A Blue Norther comes in mean and hard
Barging in like unwanted company
A blue line
Defined with clear distinction
is drawn across the
darkened sky
Behind it is the Norther
Barreling down full force,
Rattling
windows, Banging screen doors,
Breaking things
The sky turns dark
and the temperature
drops like a rock, ice is in the air
its bite felt
in aching bones
Artic air, packed with nails and needles
blasts down
from Canada
Picks up steam through Kansas, Oklahoma
Jumps the Red River
and keeps coming
It sends hats and umbrellas flying
sends daggers through
short sleeves and jeans
we brace ourselves, we hold on
What was a nice
sunshiny day
Is brushed aside in a moment
Replaced by an ugly brute with
a bad disposition
People can’t believe their senses
hurry to close
windows, test their heaters,
Frightened children run inside to momma
The
wind keeps whistling, screeching like a wicked witch,
howling with amusement
wreaking havoc along the way
The Norther’s come in
And changed
the season on us
It’s gone from summer to winter in ten minutes
We never
knew what hit us.
© d.knape
September 13, 2012
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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Disorganized birds blown in
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Rudine, September 2012 | |
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