IMG_8052The night wind sweeps, through the high pines
 tugging at the shaking roof
Moaning round corners
Caught in its grasp
Speeding clouds race for the horizon
Trailing stars
Then comes the rattling rain
The land, fresh
Pungent with life

The invisible wind
Forever changing

god dances, I know 
I have seen him
Sitting silent in the night

Watching with the frogs.

C. Mallard

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