Strong Winds From the North
A thrown sky pushes and scatters.
Small birds fall from their songs.
Sticks fly up invisible chimneys.
A strong wind has come from the north,
it unearths the stringy and un-mulched.
Fusty heaps scud, makeshift mouths gawp.
Whoever has a quiet lamp,
Let them take shelter
from the helter-skelter,
for the graveyard owls are loose,
their feathers ruffled
they fly as loud
as the clouting forest.
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