Stormy Thursday

 

 Stormy Thursday

 So I sit now, 

patio and coffee-

Darkening sky-

As the storm flexes its muscles.

The trees dance-

 Some wild dance.

Wild and primordial

Dance-

Wind rhythm dance.

 I could dance with the trees

 If I were younger

-Dan Barfield  (4-10-2019)

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