Premeditated Assault

The wind is hard
Inflexible
Unwilling to yield
Like water to ice
the breeze has become
January
An indignant
malicious slap
before passing
reluctantly
Still angry
it returns
Fingers around my throat
Tearing at my coat

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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