Tempests
Savage,
The northern winds.
Rattling windows
with whining sounds.
Impatient,
The northern winds.
Howling ghastly roars.
Steering them, I fear,
A hardened god of wars.
They will raze
my vases and urns,
Wreck the green geraniums.
Break them down,
One after one,
My firm autumn columns.
Then tonnes of dust
will fill the ground,
To stain my aging door.
Oh hear me violent winds!
Freeze them hopeful buds.
Break them tender arbors.
Blow blow violent winds,
Blast my face.
Suffocate me some more,
For,
I am feverish,
Am only dreaming.
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