Wind…

Wind roaring, sound of fury,

trees swaying, any moment disaster looms.

Watching from the window, a house with no power,

leaves spiraling like small tornados.

The normal rustling of squirrels safely within their shelter,

family dogs unwilling to allow separation.

Brief breaks from danger, the light peeks through,

revealing the splendrous visage of fall’s color.

This is right.

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