Get Your Premium Membership

March Storm

A mighty wind whips in from the sea Tearing weakened limbs from the tree Forcing the rain up under the eave Wreaking a havoc I hardly believe. The beach road is closed for all of today Ferries are cancelled, docked at the quay. Porch chairs and cushions all in a heap Five Corners probably two feet deep. Will the power go out for stove and heat? Do we have enough food for us to eat? Take the oil lamps down from the shelf, Trim the wicks, and prepare yourself To go to bed early with quilts galore; Wake tomorrow to see if there’s more, Or whether the day is sunny and bright And we can begin to set things aright.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.