Wind

I watched the quaking Aspen,
Shudder next to the swaying red Japanese maple.
Same wind but the green flashes shook 
My will 
And the red whisps lulled
My heart
A mirror of turmoil
A contrast of duality
Nature presents 
My insides
Displayed with full color
Texture and depth.
I watched as the wind carried me off.

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