“the wind rattles”

Written for:  The Twiglets #277 - the wind rattles

Rain rattles
old window panes
in wooden frames

Out in the desert
wind storms whirl.
Scent of smoke
leaves people rattled.

brisk april wind
rattles branches of cherry trees
petals fall like pink snow

            After arguing with his spouse
       he slammed the door, and left the house.
          Went for a walk in the woods
            feeling misunderstood
when wind blew him down on rattler who loved to roughhouse.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to “the wind rattles”

  1. Misky says:

    Fabulous collection. ❤️

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  2. poetrybydebi says:

    What Misky said. That first one is seriously charming

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  3. Jules says:

    The ‘littles’ relateable. Wouldn’t want to be caught up with that ‘rattler!’ 🙂

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