Hurricane Impressions

it's very clear she's coming that's what the whisper says that hisses in the pines so many years ago I learned the signs to watch a change is in the air the palm trees start to pray their folded fronds turn from the wind a sleeping giant oak stretches her limbs and sways like a goddess waking now it's about to start the breeze picks up and birds make their escape the tropic deity I worship is angry now someone disturbed her rest and she becomes the hurricane and yet I see no malice nature takes its course the trees are in a frenzy wildly tossing their heads an empty protest