Poetry '25

Nature’s Haunt

Winds of summer sing

A cyclone, unending fear

Meets the trees with me.

 

The cliff that calls me

I dare defy, the sound

That makes me rise now.

 

Did I ask, or not?

The breeze that says, come now.

Why? I need to stay.

 

A storm is coming

Desire burns in me. 

I dare not sate it.

 

I lie awake, night

Comes, I can’t still call it here.

Why now, I say. Now?

 

The earth crackles, and

I let it. Come home, my dear. 

It whispers to me. 

 

Where do I go

From here?

Madison Prado
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