Oct 17, 2019
October
The trees are angry tonight--
They stirred all day in broiling suit
building to a bursting saw now
Furious! lashing about their hot tears fly
from their fingers in a storm, dark
the winds are not for them they are
From them, latched about their arms they
throw it out wet in buffets with no smoke-
but so now Wild! They are in a fury's haze
doubled down in night among the stars
their thousand green eyed children cloak
in black and scream about,
ripping Reaching for the sky or perhaps just
for one another,
wherein each they feel the blazes
thousand miles wide...
mouths howl in the open flight.
God, angry are the trees tonight.
(-s.m.)
