I’ve seen a funnel cloud on the prairies and, fortunately, we out-ran it.
The devastation can be awful as we’ve all seen on the news …
TYPHOON
the wind razed all
we had … doors
broke down … hinges
fell off … one wall
covered in family photos
dissolved in tears
another panelled pale
grey broke into screams
the third one long cupboard
for clothes worn
and forgotten turned red
the fourth a space
once opened to a balcony
where our faces dropped
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
Nature has many ways
to remind us who is in charge really!
Too true, and it surely ain’t us!
I don’t always get to reply Joanna,but always love and enjoy your poems!
Many thanks indeed, Sally.