Grim riding
Rain, sleet and snow
Top road spindrifts
And wild wind
No place for beauty here
Even the rooks
Wait darkly
for sullen weather
To rumble by.
Dismounted and
Vulnerable to attack
Wanting the smiling spring
And all the songs
of skylark in my heart
Not this whistling howl
Nor the vandals scowl
Hurling their sadness
Towards me in their rage
I'll walk my own way
Smile, even as the storm is blowing.
#CoSopoetry