How to Walk in Wyoming’s Wind

Yesterday, it got up to 84 degrees. Today, it’s cloudy, rainy, and only 36. A winter weather advisory is in effect with rain and snow predicted throughout the day and plenty of wind. Fortunately, I have no plans to walk anywhere, but if I did, the following poem illustrates what I would do. You can click the Dropbox link below to hear me read it. On April 15th of all days, this wind is pretty taxing, don’t you think?




Bundle up with hands in pockets.

If the wind is at your front, lean into it.

Don’t let it push you around.

Utter profanities–no one will hear them.


When you retrace your steps, the wind will be at your back.

Let it propel you. Like the horse returning to the barn,

you’ll clip along at a steady, quick pace.

When you get home, reward yourself with a hot drink.


Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author


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Author: abbiejohnsontaylor

I'm the author of two novels,, two poetry collections, and a memoir. My work has appeared in various journals and anthologies. I'm visually impaired and live in Sheridan, Wyoming, where for six years, I cared for my totally blind late husband who was paralyzed by two strokes. Please visit my website at

2 thoughts on “How to Walk in Wyoming’s Wind”

  1. Abbie–Just a few days ago, Zoe and I were standing at the curb, waiting for the light to change, and trying to maintain a stance in the high winds. Thus, your poem speaks to me. As usual, I like the option of listening to your reading of your poem. Thanks for “liking” my poem today. Happy writing! Alice


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