"Oh Wind / If Winter comes / Can Spring be far behind?"



The nights are getting chilly here in the mountains and the wind a-whistlin' through the pines and them whip-poor-wills a callin' brings to mind these here two old pals of mine, and here we find them a-kickin' up a mighty good wind of poetry that blows hot and cold alike just the same. If this grabs ya, there are two other posts with more of this record here and in my Sept. 4th post.

Ode to the West Wind