Windstorm
An enormous animal,
claws at my windows, trying to force open,
to peel away the siding and the glass
and make me
COLD.
Shouldering the house,
moaning,
growling,
roaring, not shrieking...
this is not a beast that shrieks.
Tearing the remaining leaves
off the gray November trees
leaving only the bare bones,
and then birthing little whirlwinds
that run off
to cause their own mischief.
Finally tiring
and moving on, out to sea
where small boat captains
quiver at its approach,
driving the waters before it
as it drove all the fallen leaves
out of my yard.
No more raking.
Thank You!
KWF