Big Storm A'Comin'

Big Storm A’Comin’ “Big storm a’comin’” that’s what the old man said. A heavy quiet crept over the valley as if embracing a frightened child. No lullabies riffled through the muffled trees no rocking motion to engender sleepiness. Concern rose as heatedly as the sun shutters nailed shut in defiance of its light children running aimlessly mimicking their parents scurrying about chasing away the memory of the last time the old man said: “Big storm a’comin’”. 4/16/2016 submitted to – A Storm Is Brewing – Poetry Contest sponsor – Kelly Deschler