I like windy weather. It makes
Me dream and
Pause.
Windy days take me away.
I’m in a country where people wear coats and scarves and
Stamp their feet and clutch hats.
I’m on a cliff and there is heather (heather!)
And peat smoke rising in thin grey tongues.
There are ships and sails and wooden vats.
The wind ruffles the days back and forth
Like a child saying “This one! No no – that one!”
And I jump here and there, happy
To be bossed around.
The wind makes clouds scud and doors thud and it
Howls and puffs and gusts and sighs
Behaving exactly the way the writers say it should.
I like windy weather:
It takes my feet off the ground.