I will.

Summer Storm

Leaves and branches fly in dramatic show,
opening space for rain to come through.
And wind,
as if never given the chance before
moans in haunting refrains through my yard.

Leaves and branches fly in dramatic show
not sure which way they want to go,
they mimic the thoughts that swirl
like confused tornados
inside my mind.

Down and around and towards the ground,
then up again and over cinder block walls -
an outer display of the turmoil inside.
Wishing I could close that inner window
as easily as those against the
relentless storm outside, I watch in silence as
leaves and branches fly in dramatic show.