wind with a capital WA Poem by annie leeThe wind in Kansas is epic, legendary. It will ruin your coif, tear your storm doors off and scatter your trash cans into the next county. (rengo)
the wind always blows in Kansas. it whines and sighs, growls, moans, shrieks, shudders. winter’s wind is ice arrows shooting through the tiniest crack, thundering down the wide streets of prairie towns, rushing down alleys, incessantly banging the gate against the fence post, whooshing round chimneys, dragging tree branches against the windows like claws. come spring, there’s trees blooming soft tender flowers. that beauty sadly may only last a week before the winds rip the petals down and sweep them to crowd against walls and gather in corners. summer stampedes spring with smothering heat, baking the walks, grass, flowers. finally, autumn: color explodes on oaks and maples, walnuts and pear trees. mimosas melt, weeping gold. sumac becomes red. so beautiful . . . but you know in Kansas the wind doth blow. © 2013 annie leeFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on September 5, 2013 Last Updated on September 5, 2013 Tags: poetry, weather, kansas, mother nature has a hissy Authorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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