Lashed Lilac
Through the gate of the dale
flew a garrulous gale
tearing through branch and leaf.
We watch; wait for relief.
Leaves and twigs lie scattered;
blooms from the lawn gathered
into a bowl, displayed,
admired before they fade.
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