Stormy outside

Surrounded by trees

many close to my house

from a witter to a crescendo

i hear

thrashing and crashing

and bough crunching bunching

autumn’s apparent the air

blowing a really  old  memory

a startling figment it feels

like the sky falling in

will Nature pin

me under my house

a great spin

a maelstrom of Autumn’s fandango

lying in my bed like a dream

coming to quell innuendo’s

the mountains the falls and the scream

of wind howling sounds every which way

History making the rounds

blissfully dark at its edges

left lying amidst the sounds

of everything stormy