Wind
it rushes over snow capped mountains
and flies between
the jagged teeth
of the Devil's backbone.
Swooping down
the slopes, bolstered by Winter's deep chill,
it flattens the dry grass of the plains,
reaching trees
that bend, leaning back and forth;
leaves that dance on limbs
are torn away, and scattered,
capering in a mad
frantic swirl
pushed by the big wind.
K Alberti
11-23-2014
it rushes over snow capped mountains
and flies between
the jagged teeth
of the Devil's backbone.
Swooping down
the slopes, bolstered by Winter's deep chill,
it flattens the dry grass of the plains,
reaching trees
that bend, leaning back and forth;
leaves that dance on limbs
are torn away, and scattered,
capering in a mad
frantic swirl
pushed by the big wind.
K Alberti
11-23-2014
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