Mountain Storm
Cumulonimbus lurking
peering over white-topped peaks
like childhood's hunchbacked monsters
waiting there to pounce
Shadows lick the creviced slopes
as white and green become gray
lights flash behind the drawn shades
of ominous clouds
Darkness pours into valleys
where rows of birches waver
as if nervously laughing
on the river shore
Relentlessly advancing
the storm growls and cracks and snaps
and the landscape disappears
behind wind and rain
God's angry swords slash the dark
each plunge deep with loud report
and all bow at its advance
some shatter and fall
Gone now like it never came
still grumbling as it departs
to disturb more peaceful scenes
beyond the valley
Halfway up the mountainside
the sun plays at the tree line
below a more peaceful gray
ushers in the night
March 31, 2019 / 2019 Poetry Marathon Final / Sponsor: Mark Toney
Published in a seasonal anthology Kind of a Hurricane Press
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2017
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