Wind gusting sideways
blowing litter widdershins across the paths;
flotsam and jetsam scattered all about
like rubble after adversity.
Doors swinging to and fro
slamming and squeaking in protest with the effort;
branches groaning 'gainst the squall
in opposition to the raging tempest.
Rain driving everything and everyone before it
leaving eddies in its wake;
soaking shoes, pavement and earth
leaking pseudo Spring under the doors.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 1 February 2016
