verities

There's a front coming in
and it's kicking up wind
like you wouldn't believe
the ancient gods had
some kind of hand in,
and neither would I.
It's the trees

They are beating the air
at some blue and uncaring sky
as the scattering clouds run along,

not wanting to get in the middle of this
kind of conversation,
uncaring of why

it started. Just
wishing it wouldn't go on