I want to come in.
The din
I make.
The trees I shake.
I awake
the old fear
Of nature wild and near.
People quale indoors.
There is no applause
when the gale doth come.
Animals run
for shelter
helter skelter
seeking release
from the hurricane’s teeth.
The morning brings peace
And trees
Lying amongst fallen leaves.
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K Morris - Poet 
Great imagery! 🙂 I really felt the hurricane here. Thanks for the journey! 🙂
Thanks for your comment. I am pleased you enjoyed my poem! All the best. Kevin
You’re most welcome! 🙂
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It has been blowing a gale here in Crystal Palace/Upper Norwood today. Indeed parts of the UK have suffered much more than we have here in south-east London.
When I went out with my dog Apollo at lunchtime many fallen leaves and some branches littered the woodland path and the pavements.
The weather reminded me of this poem of mine.
Kevin
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Thank you for sharing Hurricane, Michael. Best wishes. Kevin
If it does not take to many efforts, the next storms you can keep on the islands. Your Prime Minister has the right hairstyle for it, anyway. Lol LG Michael
Thanks for making me smile, Michael. Our storms come to you from the UK with our very best wishes … Seriously, keep safe and well there in Germany. Kevin