glory in the grey

as if to drive us all inside
to huddle near the hearth
the grey gust batters
darts into the closing door
chilling those who dared to venture
near her
 
and yet i’m drawn
again and again
from my secluded comfort
to my window
a witness to her mourning.
 
as keening
she attempts to rend the garments
from barren, stagg’ring trees,
whipping them
for standing in her way,
before she [...]

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