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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: October 18, 2020      Views: 6

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"First Fall Storm" by Lulube


Tonight, the air has a chilling bite in my lungs
as I intake a breath for my survival
I wrap my arms around me and my thick sweater
for extra warmth as I stand, quivering on my front porch

It's the first night that Fall, has made itself known and
has thrown a multitude of colored leaves still attached
to bows, in a wild gesture, assuring any onlookers
of its presence

The stored, build up, of the mighty wind, has
unleashed without warning, a surging force, that
howls past the side of the house and through the trees
Its surges are powerful enough to move you off your feet

Tonight, the black clouds overhead, are blown into
pieces and dispersed in all directions, unable to
release their pent up droplets, in a pelting downpour

The storm has ripped a limb from the trunk of the
neighbor's tree and the fierce wind, carried it through
the air, taking another tree's branches as it
passed through and over, to smash down on the
roof above, where I would lay

Now, as I view the front yard, ahead of the porch where
I stand shaking, the upheaval of landscape and road
covered in debris, sends a source of gratitude, for the
bad choice of a smaller limb, that otherwise, could have
put an end to me in my sleep if it were larger.
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