Out in the midnight storm,
howling gusts lashing
the mighty pines.
Don't fall on me.
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Full-throated blast nipped with snow,
roaring down the silvered mountain;
Sounds of nature's fury everywhere.
Full moon.
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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.
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