Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

A SONG SUNG OF THY BLUSTERED WIND

O November day, full of winded desire
Blustery, thy wind blew full force upon
Thy trees as leaves danced in all direction

Such a gale, thwarting any passerby near
Back and forth created havoc among all
Grappled any form of stability to forestall

Intense whooshing of thy branches sung
A song of thy blustered wind very loud
Intertwine as applauded leaves enshroud