A long day’s end began with
a defiant wind; subtle at first,
steadily increasing. The wrath of
its swirling lay embedded within
layers of strength.
The air was uncertain; pulled from
its middle, expanding at the sides.
The sun was painted out.
Shutters rattled. Garbage lids
became weapons. Birds sought
refuge. Leaves scattered along
with newspapers and stray hats.
Branches scratched windows.
Weather vanes snapped left and
right.
Power beyond our knowledge
knocked at the door.
….and then, it stopped.
Roger Singer 