Windsong

Cherry

By Ewan

Thu, 04 Mar 2010
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4 comments
 

Sirocco, simoom, khamsin -
dry as desert dust:
red-eyed bedouin
shelter in the
moving dunes.

Monsoon comes wet
and howling,
bringing chills and fevers
too far from the Cape Doctor
for any cure.

Pampero blasts across
the plain, cattle move
willingly, gauchos
shivering behind; cursing
in Vesre, Lunfardo.

Sou'wester brings rain
and dreams of
more exotic names blowing
lives off-course to adventures
under canvas.

Certificate U
Poem
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Liked this, and, as usual, learned a few more words;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
New Ewan Well deserved cherry! It was the title that drew me. at first,I was right cherry! Now have read good,many words I don't know though. Julie

Submitted by littleditty on
eee that's a beauty!

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on
Very nice... When I was a school boy, my french teacher used to talk about Le Mistral all the time. She made weather sound positively romantic, as you've done here.