Storm Mornings

Glimmering reminders dot the leaves
as the harsh renewal of the winds
has since moved on
Good and growing limbs are mingled
with the lifeless dead appendages
culled out in the late night storm
With fear and trembling we lay awake
uncertain what swirling dervish might hit
and what it take with it
And yet, in the aftermath comes
the renewal of the soul

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