The wild wind whips the trees
scattering seeds across
wildly waving grass
all birds have ceased their flight
reduced to huddled shapes
sheltering amid the
seed spilling branches
waiting for the unholy buffeting to pass
bins lie on their sides
fragments of ******* spilled
from interiors
dark as emptied
mouths agape
and on verges
scraps of bin liners
are shredded strips
resembling torn
black funeral crepe
and the taller trees are pinned
down into submission
by the howling breath of the wind