Awelfa’s feeling it tonight

There’s a roaring
And the chimney’s
Kind of howling
The trees are really feeling it
Tonight
It just feels like a boat out on the ocean
What has really happened to the light
There is anger in the mountains
Gusting crazily
Pelting against the window
Awash with imagery.

The storm has raged
Pugnaciously it’s happening
Unprovoked aggression
Everywhere
Who would be a bush
A bird a rooftop
Taking on what is
Purest despair

Storm Goretti
In my room I feel her
Discordant notes fall all around
And we
Are party to the brazenness
So challenging
Who’d be a bird
Crouched in the eaves
A sea

Of spray and gusts
Attacking every which way
Stand one’s ground
Not give up the fight
Confront it and
defy it
Throw one’s feathers into it
Warm to it
And realise your might.