the wind doth blow

An orchestra played outside today

Wind conducted the show

Waved and whirled at Creek

Until she yielded

To a burbling rippling affair with him.


Then Pine, Poplar, Birch,

Hickory, Apple, Locust, and Spruce

Rustled, creaked, groaned, tinkled, and shook

The first and last in dark green threads sweetly spicy

The others all naked, bare out in the open.


The force of the crescendo

Blew Chickadees hither and thither

In a flurry of feathers amidst a gale

Made visible by Pond

Who mirrored the finale!




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