M. Moo Poet Free verse

A Bellowing Storm

A still sleepy house 
Creaking pipes settling on cold night
Floor boards whisper quiet comforts
Yellow curtains caress worn floors
Ordered pairs of shoes by the oak door
Framed smiles of the past line the wall

Cold petrichor in traveling wind 
Ravens awaken ruffling in trees
A quick departure
Leaves breaking from arms of loving branches
Whisked away from home

A crack in silence 
Sudden strikes in a hazy sky
Clouds cry heavy drops
Winds cary thousands 
East to west
An end of peaceful rest 

A still house
A bellowing storm
Creaking oak

The smell of cold wet dread infiltrates the hall 
Footsteps panicked down the stairs
Old weathered stairs of support hold unsure
Electricity lingers in thin air 

Cold concrete and still air tense with suspense 
Hiding from the storm fighting its way in 
An intrusion of sacred security 
Holiday decorations cower in corners
Summer awaits in boxes for warm sun rays

Labored sounds of effort groan from the frame
Reliant beams anchored bend and snap
Fraying from inside splintering out 
Sharp points stab and protrude 

Never ending clamours downpour
The howling of terrorizing winds
Sturdy foundations cracking 
Safety fading 

A bellowing storm 
A forsaken fading house
Memories displaced and nowhere to go

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