Sunday, February 26, 2017

The trees are roaring

The trees are roaring their applause
as the storm stampedes loose branches
across the shallow grass.
A rude and rampant rodeo
in the restless sky,
stallion clouds in full flight
riderless and tireless.
Dark foreboding
coats the dendrous silhouettes
watching the circus,
gnarled fingers flexing
at the heavy breathing heavens.

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