Safe
Sitting here
looking out the protection of my window on the world
I'm safe
watching as the wind rises and races through the trees
a howling calls out
crying and weeping boisterously at the onslaught of spring
late March winds
arrive at the close of April midst the tempest-tossed rains
rivers and streams form
where the earth slopes down into the wood
and creatures hide
hovering in the brush and thicket bush
as I watch
safe.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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