What comes next? <br />Angry winds on Monday's wrecks. <br />Blowing clear across these idle doors. <br />Lifting leaves, they gently soar. <br />Pulling from warmth and springs chill. <br />Chasing silloute clouds, shadows across fields. <br />Snap and break. <br />These tree's can relate. <br />Still strong after weight of snow. <br />Another limb falls to the floor so slow. <br />Tree's and grass fight for position. <br />Each looking for seasonal recognition. <br />Green growth being blown all around. <br />Angry winds bring angry sounds. <br />Crashing grapevines high above. <br />Swing like ropes, no lost love. <br />Angry winds so selfish, not a care. <br />Calmer tomorrow with damage to share. <br />But today and tonight it whips with sin. <br />Such angry, angry, angry winds.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angry-winds/
