The Catch
Published in
Oct 15, 2021
she blew in gracefully but forcefully
a warm October storm for which no one was prepared
her fingers entwined his like gusts of wind
disturbing the calm, still air
there was pause and reserve
for he had been rattled, shaken, and bent
but he hadn’t broken and he hadn’t fallen
he still stood tall
and while she swirled in, mercilessly,
she whispered to him,
you have nothing to fear
there is apprehension with this storm
as the sky darkens and the air swells
but her front brings peace unlike any other
the catch is only that he trusts it’s safe enough to step outside
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