WIND DANCE
Creaking boughs of ancient bones
Dry winter wind whines and moans
Demi-dead demons lurking,
Skulking behind sandy stones.
Tree-creepy fingers bending, searching, clutching
From the churchyard hedge.
Sightless serpents dancing
To the random rhythm of the waves of the gale.
Swirling, crackle-dry leaves chasing,
Taunting like skeletons and their chains.
Paper talons stabbing and clawing
Down the lanes.
A frantic angry cockerel
of twigs, paper, leaves and grit
Performs a demented ballet
Hoping to appease the storm.