Writing

A Poem – Week Fifty-Two

Counting this post, I have posted a year’s worth of weekly poems. It has taken me over a year to do so, but life happens.

I remember writing this poem while sitting outside watching a storm brew. I was written around 1993 or 1994.

Storm

Storm you are brewing

The winds are getting stronger

Blowing through the trees and plants

Hear the thundering

See the lightning

The skies are getting dark

The clouds begin to spin around

Like a group of children

On a Merry-Go-Round

The clouds have now stopped

Everything is still

The rain comes down

In itty-bitty drops

Not a person in sight

It’s almost like the still of the night

Only a bug to keep me company

I snuggle deep inside my clothes

Because after this who knows

What can happen

I think as I walk in my house

My head hung low

Used as a shield against all the racket.

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If you enjoyed this poem, please consider purchasing either one of my poetry books. Both feature poems that have not been posted on the blog.

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