Welsh storms and silent hurricanes
I wrote a poem about my dearly loved partner this week:
She is a Welsh storm,
the sight of the sea keeps her alive.
I asked her what she might say about me, she replied, “that's easy!”:
A silent hurricane.
I shared this on my Facebook page, another description came from one of my dear students, who said: “what I see in you is…”:
Peace, …with attitude.
I believe that is close to a description of a silent hurricane.