Too Windy

It’s way too windy for a hat.

With just one gust, well, that is that,

So though I wore one, once I sat,

I took it off my head.

 

I watch the waves producing foam

As I compose my daily poem,

But it’s too nice to hurry home

So I’ll stay here instead.

 

The sun is warm and strong and bright

Before some rain moves in tonight.

For now, the atmosphere’s all right,

Though hatlessness has spread.