Protection
Billowing clouds
gather
moisture,
cumulus and dark,
threating the day.
Silently a breeze
whispers of
youthfulness and
its sweet hour.
Gallant leaves
close the gap,
hovering together
forming tiny
umbrellas
for protection.
Plaited arms
entwine
shielding
view-points
providing
safe guards.
A brave knight
mounts his
white stallion
arrayed in
shining armour.
Challenging the
trade winds.
poem by Heather Burns
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