Before the Storm
The scattered leaves
shook with life
and flung the air
with swirls of dust;
swept the trees
and swayed their heads,
brushed the skies
with thick grey clouds;
layer on layer
menacing black,
moving in waves
and waves to attack;
an army rushing,
horde upon horde,
whirling and swirling
the dust on the road;
leaping and tearing,
snapping dry branches,
banging the windows
and doors;
with a lull...
the wind
holds
its breath
for the storm.
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