The Wind
The wind is wreaking havoc
With the branches and the leaves.
I wonder what will next come out
That's hiding up its sleeves.
The table cover on the porch,
Supposedly secured,
Is flapping like a wounded bird
But still here, rest assured.
The chairs, once stacked so nicely,
Have just toppled on their backs,
Quite unlike their normal posture,
Like they're trying to relax.
I am watching from the window
As the bushes dance and sway.
Think I'll stay inside a while
Or I might get blown away!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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