S T O R M
Written: August 16, 2026, for This Week's Poetry Wheel Challenge
Theme: Storm -
Emotion: Longing
Color: Green
Season: Harvest
Form: Acrostic
Object: Clock
Verb: Remember
S T O R M
Soft thunder stirs the dust along the road,
Tired hands waiting harvest before the cold.
Old windows rattle; remember the rain—
Rust on green gate, smell of earth in pain.
Maybe the clock slows for hope in the dark.
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