The Wind Visits a Seaside Town

The wind romped across the hill on a crisp fall day
and rustling, slipped over the nearby bay
to make full the withered sails of masted boats
and tug on the pedestrians’ close-clutched coats

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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