When the wind sings, the trees dance:
They sway, toss and lean;
Left, right, front and back;
The sky rumbles its drums,then claps;
The rain taps its fingers on our roofs -
Impatiently;
Threateningly.
Chewing our hearts in our mouths we watch
As the wet wavy army
Over our thressholds -
Roll and surge to coldheartedly capture
Our warmth, privacy and essence.
Please tell me what you think
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This is such a beautiful poem with so much great imagery. WEll done on this write. I loved the beginning and could almost imagine the wind singing as the trees danced. Well done.
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