Winds are pushing the trees around,
whipping flags into a frenzy.
Immature dust monsters grow and swarm,
dancing to the tune.
But I daren’t open the windows,
as flower blossum’s offspring would attack
So, shut away from the sun, another
beautiful day passes, without me, in June
I know this feeling! So very well captured!
Thank you. I am an urban hiker, so it kills me to not be able to go outside. 🙁
“Immature dust monsters grow and swarm” — nice! The ending to this is so powerful.