Eerie voices
Creeping around corners and eaves,
Laughing and whispering
Their promise of the coming storm
Crying frustration at the trees
That grasp but cannot hold,
Tearing leaf from limb as it passes
Turbulent passage
Through alleyways and streets,
Spiraling into devils
Against all who dare resist
Carried away with reckless abandon into the night
And blowing straight to the sea
To rejoice as a gale to finally be free…..