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Before the Storm

June 16, 2013

Before the Storm

The scattered leaves
shook with life
and flung the air
with swirls of dust;

swept the trees
and swayed their heads,
brushed the skies
with thick grey clouds;

layer on layer
menacing black,
moving in waves
and waves to attack;

an army rushing,
horde upon horde,
whirling and swirling
the dust on the road;

leaping and tearing,
snapping dry branches,
banging the windows
and doors;

with a lull…

the wind
holds
its breath
for the storm.

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