Storm Dennis and the Cherry Tree

By Lorraine Whelan

The wind is howling – it’s noise and the windows shake.

I pity the poor cherry tree its tiny buds pink –

attempting to bloom in the weather’s crazy wake.

The branches sway unbreaking but taken to the brink –

rain buckets against the window and drowns my sight –

but just as sudden there is blue sky and I pause to think

how the forces of nature fight

among themselves for power

and prove their might

while a young tree only wants to exist and flower.