Winter Wind

The wind is dancing
loud, rhythmic
pressing
against my windows
night twirling
out of control
until the sun breaks
and my world
is filled with
debris
brittle leaves
forgotten bits
of refuse
promises
broken and damaged
unrecognisable

Tomorrow
never comes
but if you stop
and listen
to the night
swirl around you
it ceases to matter

22 February 2020

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