October windstorm, wanting to be noticed,
Kills the power and my focus,
Sending me home to work on something
That doesn't depend on electricity.
Pulling weeds, thorns, other things that hurt,
My son comes running outside, to catch a breeze,
His mother watching in submission, humbled
By how something threatening can be fun.
He sprints through the gusts, excitation spiking
With each rumble of the branches, hollering fear,
Pretending he's in danger but really very fine.
The wind feels fresh and free on my sweaty face,
Tasting of autumn leaves, fruits for harvest,
Dark seedy portensions of Halloween looming
Beyond the blue sky, signifying a return
To the shadows, where we celebrate holidays,
Birthdays and anniversaries, donning masks
To distract us from the destruction of winter.
Kills the power and my focus,
Sending me home to work on something
That doesn't depend on electricity.
Pulling weeds, thorns, other things that hurt,
My son comes running outside, to catch a breeze,
His mother watching in submission, humbled
By how something threatening can be fun.
He sprints through the gusts, excitation spiking
With each rumble of the branches, hollering fear,
Pretending he's in danger but really very fine.
The wind feels fresh and free on my sweaty face,
Tasting of autumn leaves, fruits for harvest,
Dark seedy portensions of Halloween looming
Beyond the blue sky, signifying a return
To the shadows, where we celebrate holidays,
Birthdays and anniversaries, donning masks
To distract us from the destruction of winter.
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