The Wind Is Stirring
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Barry Middleton
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the wind is gently stirring
it is the restless breath of August
the earth is yet alive
but wilting in the relentless heat
the oaks and pines quietly sway
like lovers waiting
they do not know the hurricane
they have no memories
one has a partly broken crown
and does not know
they cannot hear a woodpecker
that searches for a grub
and both are dumb to pain
and blind to cruelty
the storm may bring them down
but not their progeny
the rain spurs a new generation
to reach into the sky
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