The wind moans mournfully,
Down the chimney, unnerving the cat
Who scurries from the braided rug
Beside the river stone fireplace.
“Meow” she does howl as she leaps
on the table staring disheartenly
at the empty padded chair
where her Mate did once reside.
The wind groans bleatingly as the
Shrill-shrieking gale blows.
One more blast of winter, first coming
From the south, swirling around the Cape
Picking up a northern Arctic wind and curling
Inland with fury to where Pilgrims once lived.
Drat the “Man from Oz” who prayed unceasingly
To experience a magical New England winter of
Snow draped pines and tobogganing with glee.
Where is he now or should I not ask? Could he be
Out walking, listening to the "crunch" of each step?
Missing in action from this winter wonderland,
Sipping a skinny flat white coffee on Cottesloe Beach.
All these pictures were taken on March 8, 2013. Interesting to see the differences between the two places we call home.