some trees fell
during the night.
the wind
being fierce
unrelenting.
you see them out
the window.
the thick trunks
round as barrels,
grey as the sky
leaning into
one another,
some have rolled
down to the creek
now pushed
by the cold
current.
so much happens
when you fall
asleep, but even with
these trees down.
things don't seem
quite as bad
in the morning.
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