Roaring winds
Fiercely tear
Normalacy to shreds.
Our fire today
is the heated heart-hearth,
Central to the breath and beat
of the household.
Puppies lounge in patient
resignation,
as howlers
pass overhead.
Forest high-trees
whistle their dire warnings,
as bending crests kingly surrender to the wind.
Stoic horses
steadily munch
on emerald pickings, braving
their escape from the stable’s shelter,
into the whipping
leaf-whirl dervish.
Bunker in.
Burrow down.
Nestle in layers
with hat and hot drink.
Sox
Knitting
Soup.
Surrender inwardly humans,
while nature flings and roars
into its early Spring
expressive dance.
Virginia Sada York