The wind is
easy at first
A slight tug
at stubborn leaves
Ruffed to
the east
Before the
speed rises
And the
rapid flutter
Stands each
limb at full attention.
From a
distance the
Leaves swarm
In search of
some semblance
To the
evergreen’s needled cover
To leave
bare-limbed
The
thickened trunk.
© cmheuer,
2013
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