Aug 2020
the sky darkens at noon
the wind whips through the trees
like they are nothing but
toothpicks
making the pending rain
almost a relief
and the biggest myth
is that there ever was a calm
Whit Howland © 2020
the wind whips through the trees
like they are nothing but
toothpicks
making the pending rain
almost a relief
and the biggest myth
is that there ever was a calm
Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting with a straight forward message.
Written by
Whit Howland
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