California's New Ings
The winds from a quiet day are brewing
The leaves are dancing as the winds are beginning
Practicing an upcoming evening of drumming
Turning into pulsing shaking pounding
Lights on, lights off electricity lines swaying
Firemen last moments in the firehouse are sleeping
Power shutting off thus darkness in the evenings
All the dogs are close by and shaking
70 mph winds rains, fires, flooding
Technology off candles books and writing
Normal evenings shattering
Mother Earth is frenzied and awakening
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2019
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