It’s a Blustery Sort of Day

It’s a blustery sort of day

Where leaves not standing a chance,

Pick up and dance in the air.

It’s a blustery sort of day

Concealed force moving mountains

Banging against windows, wanting in.

It’s a blustery sort of day

Trees are violently swaying

Not so graciously hitting the ground.

It’s a blustery sort of day

Where thoughts untamed can’t keep still

In my heart. My soul. My mind.

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