Out in the midnight storm,
howling gusts lashing
the mighty pines.
Don't fall on me.
Full-throated blast nipped with snow,
roaring down the silvered mountain;
Sounds of nature's fury everywhere.
A lull in the storm, so calm,
then blasts the north wind,
skies are indigo;
dead leaves skittering across the yard~
a groan from the mighty maple.