Windy

The wind today’s a hooligan
Playing with roadside mess
Laughing aloud in naked trees
And doing its level best
To drag away our winter hats
And tie knots in our hair
We stumble as it steals our breath
It really doesn’t care
The dogs ahead are jumping mad
And flirting with the blow
They scatter the mud and barking run
With eyes that brightly glow
The wind today’s a hooligan
A dancing dervish child
We are too old to play with him
And he’s too strong and wild

©jj 2020

One of the poems you will find in In Verse, a new collection of poems by Jane Jago and E.M. Swift-Hook.

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