Shelter
B
Barry Middleton
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a west wind stirs
palms fold their fronds
like praying hands
the earth offers up
a sacrifice of sorts
the palms bow
awed birds flee
in a woodland cove
refuge awaits
shelter of the forest
entreats the animals
to silent grace
the storm finally done
the prayer is granted
the palms endure
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