The Wind

Wind howling
Pulling up the leaves
A full on tantrum
As it screams
For one more toy
One more season
We all are running
To avoid the growing growl
As it yanks at our jackets
Pushes us to the ground
The days have shifted
And the wind wishes for the sun
Instead finds rain
And a storm erupts from its mouth
As it send the days crashing
Against the street
One by one

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