The Beast from the East

The Beast
From the East
Crept up in the dark
Dusting the park
With white
In the night,
Leaving a chill
On air far from still.

Flakes dance around
Teasing the ground,
To settle or fly
In circles on high.
Confused as they twirl
A continuous swirl,
Described as a squall,
Some don’t land at all.

To pitch or not,
There just isn’t a lot,
Though the weathermen said
It would fill us with dread.
Roads would be blocked,
Only tempers half cocked:
Rifts didn’t arise,
Not enough from the skies.

Stay indoors, we were told
But yet many are bold,
Donning mittens and hats,
Thick coats, not anoraks,
Layers and hoods
That will do little good
To protect from the wind,
Huddled up to the chin.

Temperatures fall,
Wind chill freezes us all,
Skies remain grey
It’s a miserable day.
The dog snoozes on
Her walk over and done,
Content on her bed,
Little more to be said.

A place by the fire
Is our greatest desire,
Cup of tea by our side
Not to venture outside,
To face the Beast
From the East:
This vision of white,
Well, perhaps not quite.

Photo: 8.30 am 30 November 2017.
We haven’t had as much as this today despite the weather warning

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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