Wednesday, October 19, 2022

FOUL WEATHER, a poem

 

 

Pounding in the night

Lightning etched black clouds

Limbs ripped from trees

Walls of racing water

 

The onslaught has passed

Lightning flashed harmlessly

Roof remained in place

Cellar stayed dry

 

Winter was the worst

Starting with a chill

Lingering bitterness

Of unhappiness

 

In June’s soft warmth

Flowers bloomed again

Harsh weather forgotten

Th home had endured

 

 

 

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