Dark, grey veil across a broiling, angry sky
softened visibly by autumn tones on boughs
clinging like vines
until
the last breath
expires.
Rain clouds not yet full hang like hammocks
waiting to tumble forth spitting their contents
like steel,
thudding, torrential
bullets.
A stillness holds sway preceeding the storm
straining against the four winds holding it all back
the spring tightens,
strains, groans,
weakens.
Released in a whoosh, a bolt spearheads to earth
sackcloth tears, the storms veneer is released
floodgates open
saturating the eager
earth.
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Very nice work here
I could almost hear the thunder and feel the coolness of the spring storm upon my face and see the new shoots of green beckoning the fresh rains for their first drink of life
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mother nature at her finest giving the earth a cool drink that needs to fill its thirst!
Yes I did enjoy this write my friend!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill
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Phew Katie, this is such an amazing piece. You have captured the whole essence of the storm...Wonderful write as yours always are my dearest friend......Was you up at our farm this afternoon when you wrote this...LOL
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I had been watching the storm gathering from my window Mal when this poem came to my mind, I just used the thoughts that came as I witnessed it grow and let loose.
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