Poem of Today Nov.15 2002

It must be mocking me
day after day from
morning till night
Pounding on my window.
Last night I was deceived
into believing I would
wash away in a river so
swollen even tree tops
would have to fight
for air.
It rolls in taunting me
with the image of my
inside eye
and sits outside my
window to wait
or just to stare
Not far away, shadows
toss gently in the wind
And I start to wonder
at such ambiguitites
It has been haunting me
this Winter Danish weather.