Wind sea

Wind whips to west
trees twist to green sound
leaves tussle to escape:
sure swish wakes me.

The day intrudes,
moon still white wisp of the night
wisteria splats the pavement like
spilt blood, Christ purple..

But I am round eyed
mesmerised by swirl of green sea
incoming wave of each tree,
and the west wind calling.

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