Poetry for a Wild Windy Day

A mighty gusting wind has blown today

Swirling around taking the leaves

And many other things, including power lines away

Howling and whistling around the patio door

Clouds scurrying past as if heading to war

Trees shaking with anger

Branches lashing, at passers by

The trees waving demonically at the wild angry sky

A red tint as the sun gets mellow and low

The wind still growling in a way,

Only a bitter winter’s gale would know

But I stand defiant

And shout at the Weather Gods

Will never back down

Regardless of unbeatable odds

You see as a mad, grumpy and grizzly Scot

I never back down, no matter what

And with my fist held high

Against the Winter Storm

It laughs and sweeps me aside

As if I am a mere unseen Pawn

But my fist is still held high

As the storm rips at my clothes

My mind still undefeated

Something the Weather God surely knows

And although the Weather God

Will not acknowledge

My stand in its overwhelming strength

When we finally meet

It will no doubt tell me

Of my act of defiance in much detail

And at some

Considerable Length