Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan
Trees sway,
leaves fall,
branches become menacing.
It is not the power of the wind I fear
but the result of that power,
not knowing what will happen
but knowing what could.
Potential disaster all around,
I sit transfixed
at the movement, the sound
of wind.
Now suddenly quiet, as though
sucking one more large breath
to blow down
these candles of trees
surrounding me.
©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
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