Season of the Wind

Th’ toun has shut her eyelids tight,

Th’ selvic dwellers too,

An’ nae new place is safe fro’ lee

While angry seas blow foam.

Th’ seagull overlooks th’ toun,

the mastiff guards the bay,

‘n’ whin th’ footsteps o’ th’ moon

ur heard, he starts tae wail.

Th’ lunar winds engulf th’ gulf,

th’ waves then stairt tae spray.

th’ trees bow doon tae thair command,

leaves as well must hae thair say.

Throo’ out th’ toun th’ doors shut ticht,

throo ‘out th’ marsh ‘n’ glade,

th’ reeds awake frae apathy

for lithesome promenade.

Into th’ vestibule lemurs

teuk flight with their parade-

like march behind th’ lost brigade,

‘n’ shackled doon, thay stayed.

Th’ renegade ophidian

with rancor fo’ his might,

and shielded by th’ bonny dunes

he whets and hones with spite.

Th’ dories bob, th’ buoys roll,

an’ warning faggots glow

while Cyclops’ lamp, th’ eyes o’ land,

observes an’ feigns appall

At ghastly waves with snow crest peaks.

an’ rumbling overall

is heard as lightning burns th’ air

and maks th’ ground deep crawl.

Th’ giant sloth upon th’ bough

beholds with tempered chrome,

decides tha’ soon he must decide

about where he’s bound tah roam.

Saluki resting on th’ bier

embarks tah his new home     

but no new place is safe from lee

while angered seas blow foam.

Th’ town has closed her eyelids tight,

Th’ selvic dwellers flee,

but no new place is safe from lee

while angered seas blow foam.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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