Storm

As wind batters life out of the night
December darkness hides the storm terror
Bright glowing embers of fireside light
Belie home sweet home despair and horror.

Tarmac tear stained roads glisten and shine
Trees are torn and, howling, they twist
Rooted and trapped, craving the end of the line
Loathing the earth in which they exist.

Beneath the weight of all that is wreaked
Storm channels cut deep and bog black earth sinks
Debris and all remnant life left streaked.
Into the December darkness the world shrinks.