Living Dangerously
Yesterday, in the center
of a storm that blew its fury
across the morning,
a brief patch of calm came
to settle the garden
and on sunlit tufts
of purple coloured flowers,
a pair of wings broke
from shelter to briefly
flare and fold below
an uneasy still as if
shadowed on an anvil
paused between
hammer blows of hail.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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