Blowing Breeze


the wind blows

from all directions

wet and piercing rain

stabbing with it’s icy jabs

Eyes watering

as they are stung by the cold

hands cupped together

searching for warmth as

your warm breath is seen like a fog

panting with every step

Drenched and cold

you reach the threshold

The Blowing Breeze

Yanks the door from your

painfully frozen hands

slamming it into you

gathering balance

with what little strength is within

you step upon the stoop

gasping  as you shut the door

to the Blowing Breeze


Blowing Breeze

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