Winter sky

The winter writes a shroud 

and imposes its embrace 

upon a cold and grey-white 

landscape. A solitary bird 

flits lost below the cloud 

and as I turn my frozen face 

to gaze upon its lonely flight 

the sun appears. Absurd. 

Steve Wheeler © 13 February, 2021

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A sudden thunder

A sudden thunder clap 

and cold rain fell to soak 

while all beneath the torrent 

scrambled to find shelter. 

It roused me from my nap 

beneath the gnarled old oak 

and found me running bent 

while fleeing helter-skelter 

The rains fell fast and ruthless 

the vicious winds were frightening 

the skies were darkest black 

as fire struck the trees 

I ran ‘till I was breathless 

while fearing for the lightning 

then reached my wooden shack 

where I fell gasping to my knees 

Steve Wheeler © 29 October, 2020

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