beams of sun
light up our cottage
spills of snow on mountain tips
icy wind
clear blue sky
olive trees justly jive
squally raging gusting wind
screws are missing
zincs are kissing
flipping flapping
banging tapping
branches brushing scratching
fight
rain is lashing
precipitating
thank goodness
we are dry
tonight
one night during the `mcgregor poetry festival this year