Windbag

the ancient windbag from

the polar reaches still has

his emissary blasting

punishment across the

northern tier below

forty-nine and about

the southern tier

above forty-nine,

 

and all across

this winter front,

 

the soldiers called

citizens and denizens

are fighting the menace

even at the eleventh hour

on the eleventh day of the

eleventh month,

 

the battle has yet to be won

but the war doesn't end until

the earth rotates the northern

hemisphere back closer to the

sun,

 

so until then,

 

the citizens and denizens,

documented and undocumented,

foreign and domestic,

are veterans of past, present and

future winter wars because

until the planet says otherwise,

 

the old crotch face will be sending

his emissaries out for routine visits,

 

it is the inevitability of nature after all,

 

and the human nature is a tenacious

one at that, may it fight against the

ancient windbag until deletes us all

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

I love this, it's such a vivid portrayal of the unforgiving nature of Winter, the most unforgiving of seasons...great piece.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, kk. Much appreciated.

[kublakhan27]

No problem^^