Monday, October 29, 2012

Sandy begins

The sky is filled with leaves
far above the maples’ canopy.
A grievous wind enumerates complaints
against the framework of my house,
as I count fallen branches more than raindrops.
A tree is more than branches until
not yet
but soon.
And one leaf takes pause outside my window,
peering in, fluttering in place,
and skitters off.
The storm is here.

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