new september
the wind made such
a disturbance...
As the elms bent to one another,
like giants who were whispering secrets,
and after a few seconds of such repose,
fell into a violent flurry,
tossing their wild arms about,
as if their late confidences
were really too wicked for
their peace of mind,
some weather-beaten ragged old
rooks'-nests, burdening their
higher branches, swung like
wrecks upon a stormy sea.

-Charles Dickens