And So The Winds Begin

The season of the winds is here,
The trees are tossed and thrown.
The branches writhe, they flail and twist,
Forsaking spine and cone,
And driven by the demon winds
They creak and grind and moan.
Some scatter, broken on the ground
Some crack like breaking bone
Yet, most remain defiant still
Though gale force winds have blown

The season of the winds is here
Like many that we’ve known.
And it will last for months on end
It’s not one storm, alone.
Yet, as they have in seasons gone,
The trees stand where they’ve grown,
And they will stand for years to come
As those past storms have shown.