Turmoil

by David Alves

Trees today, breathe, sway, billow

turn up shimmering leaves to hot winds

Huddle beneath gathered darkness

under a heaving sky.

 

Summer winds, fleeing from cold

treat trees this way–carelessly–

barely noticing a small bird clinging,

huddled in feathers,

waiting for night, for peace again.

 

 

 

 

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