and there were more leaves on the ground this morning.
Ode to a Blustery Day
You are an invisible waif
Who takes me by surprise.
You are a syncopated strafe,
An onslaught from the sky.
You are a stray ragamuffin
Tugging at my hair.
You are rhythmic percussion,
Music in the air.
You are the reason
For cosy layers of clothes:
The hat and coat,
The scarf and gloves,
The redness of my nose.
You steal my breath away!
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writing in north norfolk 