Caveat: Poem #2656 “How things ended up”

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The rain came in gusts, gales, attacking trees.
They bent, weary and wary but strong.
The atmosphere was like mad birds.
It drew secret glyphs of air.
Unreadable... we wept.
Without remedy.
Disconsolate.
We lay down.
On moss.
Still.

– a nonnet.