Saturday 5 February 2011

Storm

Invisible hands
Move branches
Lift fallen leaves
Throw handfuls
against my window
Counterpoint
To rain hitting glass
Hitting slate
Dancing on metal
Wind howls
Wild joyful screams
Low moans of pain
Finding hidden passages
Creeping through gaps
To place cold fingers
On your cheek
You stir
You sigh
You shiver
Safe indoors

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