The midnight silence cautions
It is coming.
A wisp of leaves hurries past while
in a twinkling blue turns grey
Whispering. Wafting. Gusting.
Raging.
Dripping. Spattering. Pounding.
Thundering.
Swirling. Ripping. Seizing.
Destroying.
Uninhibited torrent pouring out
emotion.
Subsiding into luminous rays
Ephemeral.
Yet, altered by destruction
Even in the aftermath of peace.
1 comment:
Your mom likes your stories better. Mainly because she doesn't understand poetry. And loves you very much!
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