"The Wind"

Right before it rains, 

Do you see the way the leaves sway upon the branches?  

The wind sprints across the sky, 

Slowing slightly to pull them with him, 

Showing their undersides.  


The temperature is not cold, 

But he is. 


Where can he shelter? 

Only in his fellows. 

In his fellow leaves that slow his breeze 

That give him refuge from the minutes before the storm hits 

Before he must sprint again.  

Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.



13 years old

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