Written, February 21, 2024
For The Contest, "It Started With A Blank Canvas” Sponsor, Silent One
1st Place
Tornado, May 2018
It started with a blank canvas- just another mid-spring day; no sun nor rain, or gentle breeze- an atmosphere so still and gray. A day in May- a fresh-mowed lawn; leaf-laden trees, soft velvet green. Yet, at my window, looking out no birds or squirrels on the scene. Then came that rush! The canvas filled with fear and horror- in one stroke! Six trees were downed- the roots exposed; outdoors, unreal- our hearts then broke. A strong tornado- with wide brush, painted a jungle at our home; blocking our house and driveway too- we felt so trapped, nowhere to roam. The twisted limbs and branches lay like pythons in the throes of war. And splintered tree trunks stood in shock as landscaped beauty was no more. Stretched out, a canvas of distress; strewn damaged trunks and tangled limbs. How one tornado- wild and free, repainted life at nature's whims.
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