Listen To the Wind
There it goes again, a wild gusty breeze
huffing and puffing through the barren trees
while on the ground below,
a leaf scurries to and fro.
I hear the hum, then the raging howl
a bounce upon each branch on the prowl
just before the then of here and now
windswept passage keeps no vows.
It speaks to me in a hurried rush
shivering the spine blown with every touch
and in its rage, I pause to hear and listen
to the voice of the wind, fierce and bewitching.
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