The wild wind from the north

by | Jan 16, 2014 | Poems | 0 comments

Instead of fighting the cold, wintry blast from the north like you might fight the violent and cruel sea in Poseidon’s worst moods, with hunched shoulders and frown between your downcast eyes, you might try to relax and pull back your chest and turn your face to the turbulent sky. That way you might begin to enjoy the wildness and caprice of nature’s primordial elements!

On the other hand, as my grandfather Alfred sang, passing down the wisdom of generations from Dorset:

‘When the north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
What will the robin do then?
Poor thing…’