Storm[]
Hurricane. Courtesy Robert Paterson's Weblog.
I
You crash over the trees,
you crack the live branch:
the branch is white,
the green crushed,
each leaf is rent like split wood.
II
You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash:
you have broken off a weighted leaf
in the wind—
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.
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This poem is in the public domain