Storm Warning
There are softly spoken
warnings muttered
in trees, hurrying
footsteps, windows
being closed.
It's headed this way.
Be quick….hide.
I fear that what is coming
will find you
and all those things
that had moved
so gently, so delicately
through this lovely world
only a while ago,
will be lost.
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