Thar she blows

She is the wind, on hot days she blows from the south

On cold days from the north icy, nary a word from her mouth

A funnel cloud in circles blows, dark clouds on her brow

A whisper in a breeze that grows from the east, a gale called Gail now

Hurricane on course with deadly force all in her way pinned 

Spiting death from a blustery breath, they call her the Westwind

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

The wind becomes a strong character in this wonderful poem.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Thomas for the read and comment yea the world is full of blowhards