Windswept

W                                                            N

                        I

                                                                        D

Wind windy

            WIND                           WIND                                    WIND

W

                  I

                                             N

                                                                                 D

Flustery    blustery

Irksome

                                    titchy and itchy

It puts me OFF

            It sets me on EDGE

                                    MARCH WIND   ~  howling, hollow, horrendous

My thoughts scattered like the leaves and plastic bags and bits of trash

lifted up,

            swirled around,  ripped apart

                                                            deposited

I cannot think

            My eyes blink too much

I yawn                                     and                        yawn

                        Exhaustion settles over me, embracing me in its python grip

my limbs are numb, leaden

I am drained

                                    slightly irritable

                                                                        confused and directionless

What’s that you say?       Compose?  Write? 

                        OUT OF THE QUESTION.

                                                                        Wobbly, flobbly           

out of order, out of sorts

          out of luck

                                                WINDY   WINDY….. wind

I’ll try again tomorrow.

Quote – well, actually – poem of the day:

  Who has seen the wind?

  Neither I nor you:

  But when the leaves hang trembling,

  The wind is passing through.

  Who has seen the wind?

  Neither you nor I:

  But when the trees bow down their heads,

  The wind is passing by.

                                                ~Christina Rossetti