Outside Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Outside
The darkness claws are outside
Catching the winds desire
As whisperers of its softness glide
In circling ways always higher
Mirages that we really do not know
In their ever going wind piano
As the clouds above in dark will grow
Through chances of to and fro
Each sound is there awaking
In its white racket of darker air
As the trees outside windows are shaking
Moving their leaves in new aware
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