Great Northern

Great Northern fronts
Can be quite blunt
Back and forth
With a kick, pass punt

Patience for shock waves
With chiming windmills
They cannot behave
Then soon become still

With tears on my face
I tend to the mill
Much fulfillment attained
In this long winters’ chill

Trusting in God
The key to my strength
With endurance, resilience
To go the length

Soft winter cloths
Caress me with salve
For deep, cracked smiles
At the frozen improv

Crisp, sunny days win out
Leading love to the verse
Settling yesterdays’ bout
With the cold winters burst k

By Kelly S Griswold

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