Storm Amy

The oaks and hazels

took a bashing

overnights activity

roaring forceful such aggression

And the winds-still howling honestly

lying in my bed

the whipping up of the night air

rousing almost to the point of fearsome

quite a frenzy  sounds destructive

Really now out there

turbulence a squalling temper

a drenching downpour

Against the pane

It’s hard to sleep through

all this fervour

imagining the driving rain

who’d be a tree in all this violence

sending acorns near and far

The few  last apples torn a’sunder

mistimed me thinks

for where we are

Saturday morning

still it rages

Moelwynion I can see

shrouded in a Misty halo

its summit

is progressively

engaging in a true pursuit

fleetingly it be apparent

goodness knows what’s t it’s root.

a fungal mass may be

Dolgellau town

a raging gale of huge proportion