Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #413
A Blizzard of Thought

"We’re in for a nasty time weather-wise over the next few days here in the Great Lakes area. A mountainous amount of snow the likes we haven’t seen in a few years. Using a form of weather event, write your poem! (Example – A Flurry of Activity, A Storm of Decisions, A Blizzard of Thought…) Stay safe and warm!"


The wicked wind
of the west spins
and whirls into
a funnel of slate.
Dorothy stands
at the front gate,
tries to recall 
an old, odd dream,
or was it?  She is
never sure, although
family assures her
it was simply that.
Still, vivid images
are tattooed 
on her brain.  She 
stands still as 
frozen statue, eyes
glued to the funnel
until it splits in two.  
She hears cackling,
watches as a familiar
green face in pointed
black hat emerges.
Is she dreaming
yet again?

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