~
windy inversion
her gusty diversion
from whence is she blowing
and where is she going?
no need to whistle
as she breezes
though town;
a bit self absorbed
she brings one of her own,
drawing her chilly breath
from higher deserts,
hills and dells.
no fury like a
woman scorned,
she laughs at resistance
as she rallys the storm.
she is her own force,
and with wrending power
she renders us powerless,
toppling the powerful,
making boughs beg and
bringing trees to their knees.
we as her subjects
can only follow her bidding,
for she goes where
she wishes.
a woman unfettered,
a goddess unleashed;
she does whatever
she pleases!
~
*post script.
an offshore Pacific low, drains high pressure air over the Pacific NW's eastern deserts, east through its major Cascadian arterial for air and water, the Columbia River Gorge. either way, whichever way she blows, America's windsurfing capital, Hood River, Oregon, wins! out here where she empties into the Willamette valley... not so much! many homes dark tonight, though mine is not one of them.*
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
~
windy inversion
her gusty diversion
from whence is she blowing
and where is she going?
no need to whistle
as she breezes
though town;
a bit self absorbed
she brings one of her own,
drawing her chilly breath
from higher deserts,
hills and dells.
no fury like a
woman scorned,
she laughs at resistance
as she rallys the storm.
she is her own force,
and with wrending power
she renders us powerless,
toppling the powerful,
making boughs beg and
bringing trees to their knees.
we as her subjects
can only follow her bidding,
for she goes where
she wishes.
a woman unfettered,
a goddess unleashed;
she does whatever
she pleases!
~
*post script.
an offshore Pacific low, drains high pressure air over the Pacific NW's eastern deserts, east through its major Cascadian arterial for air and water, the Columbia River Gorge. either way, whichever way she blows, America's windsurfing capital, Hood River, Oregon, wins! out here where she empties into the Willamette valley... not so much! many homes dark tonight, though mine is not one of them.*
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