Wind Storm
Winter trees stand stripped of speech
All grammar blown from branch and bark
The wind eats leaves then eats belief
Gnawing the light down to its dark
What’s left is bone against the sky
A forest left battered…aching still
Each trunk choking back its cry
The storm keeps trying to translate
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