Battered but not broken
Battered branches with limpid leaves
Hang exhausted before the onslaught
Of the gale.
Robbed of their nascent, verdant virility
They forlornly cling to life,
Like a boxer between rounds.
Below the drifts of drying debris
Is testament to the ferocity
Piqued by insult
She rounded against friend and foe
In a tantrum of frustration
Before settling back to brooding.
In future years we should expect no storm,
But rather a more measured response?
A subtle reminder of power
That we can only imagine,
As she vents her fury
In more subtle and terrible ways.
For nature has
Given us her warning.
Opher – 24.5.2020