“Storm”

The news did not warn us
of a storm, but the trees
are swaying now against
the sudden gush of wind.
The soft plants are bending
against their will. The leaves
are drenched with tears.
The great shadow that
earlier loomed over the
mountains will soon be
upon us to consume all
that is left of the morning.

 

 

 

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