| Posted at 03:00 PM on November 30, 2008 |
published in Debris Literature/Arts Magazine, follow the link below.
Slainte
Aine
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November Storm
The wind tonight is merciless,.
tearing up the yard and throwing its
damaged ego against the doors.
Branches whip against the window pane,
bin lids flap with dangerous jaws
grabbing all that lands its way.
Afraid to venture out for a sniff about
the dog curls her back to it like a cat.
We hear the leaves circulate at the door.
Coal in the fire argues with the wind; hissing
and spitting stubbornly; casting shadows on the wall
like warriors or better still, angels.
The wind tonight is merciless.
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