A Bitter Wind

Bitter bite, not a nip,
The wind is cold against my face.
Dancing grains of sand are blinding,
Doesn’t take much to displace.
Waves are angry, crashing tight
Foamy fingers clutching helpless
At the roughened shoreline,
Futile in their salty caress.
Coat pulled closer, hat held down
Gloves are missing, hands so cold:
Lamp posts whistle, slightly shudder
Lights are dim, no longer bold.
Pressing onward, home is calling,
Soon the warmth of a love so true
Makes things better over a cuppa,
Turn cheeks rosy that once were blue.


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! In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. 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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10 Responses to A Bitter Wind

  1. murisopsis says:

    I had to smile at the end with the vision of blue cheeks!!

  2. Sadje says:

    Love the ending Di.

  3. A wonderfully poignant poem, Di…

  4. willowdot21 says:

    Excellent πŸ‘Œ

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