The harshness of the rain,
The reticence of the hurricane,
The mud lidden boots,
The cracked spines of the books,
Twisting and falling,
Unbroken like porcelain.
The hatred of the winds,
The growling of the trees,
The fear in the ambers of the wolf,
The wickedness of the grinning mouse.
Cracking and tumbling,
Breaking like the diamond.
The tall ceiling,
Stacked and stacked,
With withered stories,
Unfinished thoughts,
And loud proses.
Few written in mellowest of the pastures,
Some drafted in chaotic pandemonium.
Eunoia 