In garden, rustles
the signature of thieves.
A yellow butterfly,
drifts as shadows ease.

Suddenly, tumult
winds encircling seize.
Shaken trees flail,
hustling now seethes.

Youngest dances
feet spraying leaves.
Say time to stop,
lip curls by degrees.

Gusts see us all
inside past eaves.
As SouWesterly,
my yard heaves.