Gusts thump the windows,
Never seen, but always heard,
Hastening to meet the tallest oaks,
Urging them to sway, bending,
Leaning as if to waltz this way, that way,
Wherever the curls and turns,
Wherever the wind’s song impresses
Them to move – east or west,
North or south, this way and that way,
Every way leads to the lingering burst of wonder,
Amazement found...
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