From Malin Head to Mizen Head <br />to Carnsore Point to the Irish sea: <br />gusting at knots. <br />Below the Island south to England, <br />St. Jude passes, <br />full of gust, <br />hopeless, and patron <br />of depression. <br />Amber warning-be prepared, <br />Yellow warning-be aware, <br />gusting and bending <br />the trees, <br />swirling seas and channel <br />crossing cancelled, <br />St. George's Sea gives way, <br />ferries grounded. <br />With care, the drivers <br />of cars, the driver of trains <br />stays stationed. <br />A day off, a day of rest, <br />maybe gusts of one hundred <br /> best. <br />A high wind- turbine is blown down, <br />at Higher Rixdale farm in Devon. <br /> <br />In my garden in Dublin South, <br />I mow the lawn and use the secateurs <br />and admire the flush of climbers, <br />the Virginia creeper has shed its red <br />and the mauve rose stands tall, <br />towards the church tower, <br />three days to All Souls. <br />And after the storm, <br />all is calm all is bright.<br /><br />Bernard Kennedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/st-judes-storm-2013/
