“Morning Norther”

The wind trees up,
driving a pile of mischief,
rousing leaf rabble
and a scramble of squirrels.

Pelting rain drop-kicks
the sink window pane.
Water’s kettled, coffee’s ground,
but it’s a storm that’s brewing.

God’s baby Jesus rattle claps,
His thunder clobbers its drum.
Clouds clot and muscle up dark
like a bucking bull riled in the chute.

Ear throbbing to the pandemonic fuss,
I will my little house stout:
Ride it out, I say.
I say, ride it out.
Stormy view from Mt. Locke, JMN, 2009, photo. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

Stormy view from Mt. Locke, JMN, 2009, photo. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day, and watch Netflix and Prime Video for entertainment. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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