Poem for the week: "October's Wicked Sister"

October’s Wicked Sister

Wicked, wicked, wicked winds howled all

night long, felling trees and knocking down

hydro lines that left us in the dark for hours,

wicked winds from the west that howled their

way to la belle province, leaving devastation

in its wake with one million homes without

power (wild rose country’s revenge), and on

to the friendly east coast, howling like a beast

set free from its cage; that’s November, joyous

October’s wicked sister, and I got up and put

on a cozy fire in our Pacific Western wood

stove and waited for daylight and the hydro

crew to restore our power; and the snow began

to fly, and then the snow birds began packing

for their long-anticipated winter retreat, and

I hunkered down to write my new novel,

An Atheist, An Agnostic, and Me.