Weather
of a Wind Storm***
A lovely mess this raises in the heart.
My splintered trees among roads soon depart.
In orange helmets and valiant suits of gray,
are men that mend heaven’s cool disarray.
Storm travelers watch in wonder at this start
All other bodies play the worried part
They’re bumbling in anguish of the day
Our pansies nearly stripped and washed away
But large lights that flickered and broke apart
Cause wayward people to be rather smart
And countless busy-bodies to me say
“How’d you survive the weather yesterday?”
To which I grin and gratefully reply
“I sat outside and watched the lovely sky.”
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