What's Up With That Wind?

Some fierce gales you were yesterday!

Yet it was so sunny,

Quite beautiful in fact,

An azure background

for the white fluffy clouds,

moving rapidly

as if some mighty force was pushing them -

Wait!

That was you,

propelling them out of the way!

We barely got a chance to play the game,

"What Shapes Do You See?"

Were you in a hurry to get somewhere?

Where do winds have to get?

You don't punch clocks, do you?

The boughs and branches,

in full foliage,

were bending down,

then bouncing back up,

wildly arching every which way

with frantic force,

frenetic energy,

and frenzied fear....

My five-year-old Horse Chestnut

lost its lowest limb -

snapped right off,

inertia claiming it...

Did you like the effects your power you had?

Or didn't you notice?

No, I don't suppose you did...

And are you now where you were so urgently headed?

I didn't think so!

Mother of Invention, wondering what was up with that wicked wind yesterday?!