Persuasion

The bitter tempest smashed against the window
hissing and pushing all night
tossing up things like straw
driving the lonely moon away

The faint morn treads in softly
the trees at the bend in the path
dressed in glorious greenery
persuade to enjoy and join their dance.

Written for Sadje’s wdys and Jane’s random word poetry.

(In the early hours today we had thunderstorm and rain bringing respite from brutal heat.)