The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning was BULLY.
Frost was the bully that came last night. It stomped through my flowerbed, punching down the fleshy stemmed balsam plants and blackening marigold leaves. They’re hanging sadly bedraggled as I write this. We had warning and carried into the house some of the prettiest tubs & baskets. I left out the pots of pansies and they were crisp this morning, but have cheered up some. And here’s a poem I wrote some years ago about the bullying wind:
SEPTEMBER WIND Damp September wind whistles through an August day, chilling our summer-browned bodies. Ever the schoolyard bully, it cuffs us with an almost icy hand. "Remember!" It mocks our shivers, our calendar consultations. Dismayed, we grab for hours as they bounce away, August days slipping out of our lives forever. With sighs we hunt for sweaters, check the pockets of our coats, while we’re at it, wash our gloves.
Christine's Collection 
“Remember” all too well, that wind really needs to keep its hands to itself! Yes, spent last night and tonight covering up with the hopes for a few more ripening tomatoes and few more days of pretty flowers.
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It was a chilly 15 today – which doesn’t sound that bad but the wind was that one that comes in and bites you…
Lovely poem.
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Blech! Summer barely got underway and now we are losing leaves. I’m not ready for another eight months of winter and this year, there are no vacation getaways to look forward to either. Ahhhh….
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