Gale looked outward.
Stared dead at the tyrant approaching.
The wind did not chill her;
She chilled the wind.
Haunted it.
Whenever it blew you could be sure
She’d be there, standing against it:
Standing like a poplar-
No, taller-
Drinking wine in the embers,
A tree that fought the enemy.
Cries carried on a breeze,
Watching the world
As it falls to its knees
Because Gale won’t be
Felled.
She’s a force to be reckoned with.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
Gale looked outward.
Stared dead at the tyrant approaching.
The wind did not chill her;
She chilled the wind.
Haunted it.
Whenever it blew you could be sure
She’d be there, standing against it:
Standing like a poplar-
No, taller-
Drinking wine in the embers,
A tree that fought the enemy.
Cries carried on a breeze,
Watching the world
As it falls to its knees
Because Gale won’t be
Felled.
She’s a force to be reckoned with.