there is nothing to do but keep still howling wind
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Angie Werren
Angie Werren lives (and writes) in a tiny house.
Sometimes she takes pictures of things in the yard.
For more information on her micropoetry, please visit "feathers" -- http://triflings.wordpress.com/
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Love this one Angie – we've had our fair share of dramatic weather here over the last few years. A strong wind roaring through my landscape tends to exhilarate me – I am still in admiration and awe as much as I am still as caution.
Good one, Angie!
thanks, James. :)
Vivid. I have that same reaction when the winds howl here in NW Washington.
thank you, sheila.
I'm always holding my breath, waiting for a tree to fall.
Love this one Angie – we've had our fair share of dramatic weather here over the last few years. A strong wind roaring through my landscape tends to exhilarate me – I am still in admiration and awe as much as I am still as caution.
thanks, Jeff. :)
Dear Angie, A wonderful poem. Ellen
thank you, ellen.
Reminded me of camping! Very enjoyable, Angie.
marion
thank you, marion.