Tres

Ghostly light forced through cloud,
trees awoken from their slumber;
A howl of pain across the sky;
grief for a falling world.

That silhouette of wood and leaves,
pushed around by wind on wood and leaves;
Regains balance as light fades;
That silhouette of sturdy grace.

Rain on ground and on glass,
Pebbles thrown at my window;
Come out, says the storm,
Come out and love me.

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