An approaching storm
encroaches on
quiet stillness
while two candles glow
on a desk
near a window
with flames hovering
above a poet’s verse.
Far off, thunder rolls
unyielding,
ready
to answer sharply
quarreling clouds.
As light flashes
across the sky
rain probes
the window
with its delicate fingers.
In minutes
the gutter overcrowds
with rainwater
from the roof.
Water slaps
with great hatred
the front sidewalk.
Trees
in the flash of light
bend, dance, and
tangle with wind.
But as quickly as
it arrived
the storm,
appearing to retract,
refrains
and moves on.
Though sounds of dripping
still throb from
the gutter,
stillness resumes
an umbrella of calm.
The poet
exploiting the
situation
finishes his poem
about a storm.
Mother Nature knows what she is doing before a storm.
The air gets still but you can feel it. The presence of something powerful brewing.
This whole piece gave that. I especially loved the stanza about the glass with delicate fingers!
And I love that pic amigo!
Thanks so much, Adel. I’d like to get the picture bigger. I’ll ask Fia about it. 🙂
Wonderful. Thoroughly vivid with the descriptive lines sewing it all together. We can see it, feel it even. Excellent poem Tim.
I appreciate the comment. Thank you. 🙂
Powerfully penned, Tim. Amazing imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks again my friend. Much appreciated here. 🙂