The door is heavy, it fights back when I push—forget
that it has a sturdy reinforced frame, secure bolts and
hinges, and a new metal strike plate. It pushes back
strongly at the head jamb and refuses to budge to my weight.
Then I hear it—a ferocious howling that almost sounds
like a good crashing of waves on my door. But we’re
a good long distance from the beach. Could it be
there’s a tsunami out there?
I manage to get one booted foot and a knee between
the frame and door but the force outside pushes hard
on my knee and restricts me from moving back in or out.
So turbulent is the force and the door—a whiplashed ship at sea.
Sand swoops through the chink in the door stinging my eyes.
I cough. The wind lulls and I drag my knee back indoors.
What. The. Hellooo! I shout between coughs. And catching my
second wind I push open the door and get out just as the headwind
comes strong and slams it back shut, almost severing my fingers.
The ruthless force flings me
to the door, contorts my face.
Cockeyed, I watch the north wind
stampede the flowers, as the wind’s whistle*
rings like a barbaric loud, singing goblet!
Copyright ©️ selmamartin 2025
The North Wind surprised me to-day, folks: what a bloated force of nature!
I almost couldn’t open the front door; gobsmacked me with its barbaric howling.
Take note of the date—a northerly, February 12th, 2025! Spring is on its way.
*Calamitous Portend, a poem in In The Shadow of Rainbows by yours truly. 🙇🏻♀️
Here it is—Calamitous Portend:
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I know, right 🤗
The wind has much force here today. Whistling and howling about.
That Wind. 🌬️
Yikes! We’ve had an exceptionally windy winter here too, but they’re from the west and come swooping down quickly over the mountains. Stay warm 😊 Maggie
It’ll reach your area soon, I know. Brace for it. Hugs. Maggie.
Selma, I feel the wild energy of the wind in this. The struggle and tension are so vivid—it’s like I’m right there with you.
Much love,
David
It was strong, I tell you. Trampled all over the pansies.
Wow…
Brilliant, your description of the wind beautiful.
Aww. Bless you Diana. Thanks for
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What a frightening experience, Selma! Glad you are unharmed! Vividly expressed! Glad Spring is on its way!
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Spring is on its way my friend. Count on it. I am unharmed. 🌷 but the pansies suffered. 😔 be well please.
I’m glad you were okay, Selma! Thank you for sharing your poem.
My pleasure, indeed. 🙇🏻♀️