Her auburn hair’s free flow,
Was held captive and distressed.
As she locked on to the unseen,
Bracing against the unrest…
The unseasonably frigid chill,
An abrupt, assertive breeze,
Stole the tranquil solitude
She had sought with need.
The wind, a threatening howl,
Cold and hollow.
As friend or foe.
Floral surroundings, unaffected,
Nature’s skin was still and balanced.
Yet she was set ablaze,
By the unnatural and savage.
Deadened movements, frail,
Under the spell of time’s suspension.
Questioning in her heart and mind,
Why is this happening… Yet Again?