The Robber

Winded by air
as it rushes up my nose
grabs my breath
flings it ahead laughs
As I stumble to catch it.

Angry
as the wind
steals warmth
from spring sun
watch as it screams
down snowy mountain peaks
an invisible avalanche 
that stops me
cold, disappointed 
I turn around 
for a warmer sweater.

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