So sunny and mild;
Only the lying dead trees
Show yesterday's storm.
Even whooshing cars
Are speaking with reverence
Of the wind's maelstrom.
Two stumps and a pole--
Mute story of yesterday;
Mailbox crushed by tree.
Even skeletons
Can bring a certain horror:
Dead spider--live fear!
While men and machines
Whir to repair the land,
The rooster still crows.
Road is so silent;
Only the persistent wind
Still harbors the storm.
Will the shadowed bend
Lead me into a windstorm?
(Just what is certain?)
The old roadside pond
Is now dry and full of leaves.
Wait! Some water's seeping!
Translucent dead leaf
Trembles slightly in the breeze--
Homage to wind, sun.
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