Wild Wintry Weather

Wild wintry weather scours the countryside
in balls of abrasive wind and rain
tumbling down from the west,
steely humour that breaks
the sun’s morning ambitions.

Grizzly clouds continue their manoeuvres
overhead in waves of shadows
smelling like violence;
murky footsteps that march
ruthlessly across the blue.

Curtains woven with nails plummet on cue,
squalls suck cold leaves into vortices,
careless play with old toys;
sufferers curse the mood
manifest in the moist havoc.

Frothy waterways race down mountainsides,
valleys endure their swollen presence,
resounding with applause;
nymphs and mad sprites chant
approval of the weather.

Rips in the stormy fabric leak daylight
lasting in short moments of anguish,
vaporised by the surge;
savage clouds swiftly seal
potential flood-gates of warmth.

Static sullen streets greet the aftermath,
mud joins the debris scattered boldly
about the dank suburbs;
brown lakes reflect the sun
shyly grazing the skyline.