The Winter Wind (Sicilian Sestet)

Venturing out, I came across the wind. Who, rushing, coldheartedly waved hello Making me feel like Adam when he sinned Such that I wished he’d ignored me- but no… Instead, like Jack Frost, he icily grinned And his nature he decided to show. He came from the north - forty miles, at least Found his way through shirt, sweeter and coat At the end leaving me like a skinned beast: One left to eventually die and bloat. This wind certainly was death’s own high priest; For the harshest, he surely has my vote! Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis