WindA Poem by NotapoetA poem about the windEerie voices
creeping around corners and eaves, laughing and
whispering their promise of the coming storm. Crying out in frustration at the trees, that grasp but can not hold, tearing leaf
from limb as it passes. Turbulent
passage through alleyways and streets, spiraling
into devils against all who dare resist. Carried away
with reckless abandon into the night and blowing straight
to the sea to rejoice
as a gale to finally be free….. © 2020 Notapoet |
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