The storm builds up unseen as the trees
Sway and swing in dilatory dance,
Until sidelined, they grope,
Stretching out to catch the wind.
Fingers close frustrated,
Frozen till next sway
Of dance now obligatory;
Breathe of life carrying
Heaviness in its embrace
Till tears drop, tearing the tension
And leaves lie limply relieved,
Feeding from the freshness,
Released.
Kittie Carr
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