Rolling Thunder
Thunder rolls, a rumbling soft then loud
blue gray clouds hover, huff and puff then turn
slipping passed the peeking sun yellows burn
to darkened indigo purple plummed hues
breezes rushing in and out the trees, bruised,
stirring free in wild windy gusts
until the pause and momentary hush,
sea and oceans winds prevail
away with stormy rolling thunder sails.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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