Gusts grab the tree tops
of the giant Doug Fir
heave them towards the sky
snake around the Red Cedar
howling and snapping branches

Recklessly flinging garbage cans
down the driveway
lifting lawn chairs
effortlessly
into the agitated air

Turning the
waltzing rhythm
of the tree line
into rock and roll
dancing

Frantic wind-shredded clouds
throw tantrums of
epic proportions
run madly to the South
escaping into the distant horizon

The whirling wind
chases after
nipping at the tail
of the racing darkness

© by Judy Shimek Drechsler.
Used with the author’s permission.