The Wind Is Stirring Poem by Barry Middleton

the wind is gently stirring
it is the restless breath of August

the earth is yet alive
but wilting in the relentless heat

the oaks and pines quietly sway
like lovers waiting

they do not know the hurricane
they have no memories

one has a partly broken crown
and does not know

they cannot hear a woodpecker
that searches for a grub

and both are dumb to pain
and blind to cruelty

the storm may bring them down
but not their progeny

the rain spurs a new generation
to reach into the sky