What a blusterous morning!
(images of Owl's house)
What a wild and woolly morning!
What a wind-moaning
face-freezing
push-me-pull-you sort of morning!
I fought my bucking umbrella.
The air was strewn with bark
and the trees roared
like a woman in labour.
A faint murmur of fear
hissed conspiratorially
What if?
Remember owl's house?
What if?
I clung to my dog's lead...
Later that day
seventy trees
crashed to the ground.
Seventy trees
uprooted in their prime.
Seventy trees
from the womb of their mother
untimely ripped!
The next day
when the wind had died,
I offered a silent prayer
to life
and my dog.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-trees-roared/
