On the Fringe of Irene's Dress...

Wind swept leaves lie scatter on the ground
     as the trees bend with branches stretching
in supplication and prayer as if on bended knee
    The rain falls sideways upon the window panes
in no rhythm at all as it continues to fall
     from skies more white than grey
The gusts continue to batter,
     entreating windows to shatter,
proving we are not landlords
     but tenants of this Earth
and the sky rules over all
    for who has not heard the wind call
and all we can do is look to the sky in answer
    as we dance between the raindrops
hoping it will stop before we lose before it ends
     what little we truly have...

               (08/28/11)