blustery day! the wind
howls down my hallway
knocks over the rosemary
sends my skirts flying
and it is almost as good
as being at sea
the dark-grey sky threatening
and the waves crashing
oh oh oh! what…
blustery day! the wind
howls down my hallway
knocks over the rosemary
sends my skirts flying
and it is almost as good
as being at sea
the dark-grey sky threatening
and the waves crashing
Does “blustery” mean cold, wet, and windy? If so, is this poem a bit of wishful thinking? Or is it less hot in Chicago than here in Delaware?
It is cool, wet and windy here. Thunderstorm season in Chicago! 🙂
The word “blustery” actually doesn’t connotate temperature or humidity; it just covers the strength of the wind.
What a fun poem, thanks.