After the winds blow

dried, dark brown leaves still attached to their thin branch

my first motion picture…
dead leaves and branches falling
swept across the snow

Copyright © February 2, 2020, by Lizl Bennefeld.
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NaHaiWriMo 2020, day 2 prompt: “first movie”

Childhood memories: autumn storms, blizzards, branches tumbling to the ground from the dozen cottonwood trees surrounding the house, viewed through floor-to-almost-ceiling windows five feet across. The bright flash of a lightning strike running down a towering tree, splitting the bark and tossing branches. And then the thunder clap, the feeling of the ground’s shaking.  Our shaking at such a close call. In my later years, I am content that we have no tall, full-branched trees anywhere in our yard.

Note: Still having problems seeing adequately without my eyeglasses, which seem always, these days, to be in a room where I’m not. Please forgive any typos. I am not getting up to look for the glasses.  EWB