Sand Storm
Sand storm begins as barely a twitch--
at most she's profoundly amusable.
She warns tiny spiders weaving a stitch
their web will soon be unusable.
She grows and swirls into pirouette,
fitting her slippers to Enpointe toes.
Dances with a gentle breeze, and yet
invites pebbles to go where she goes.
Plucking a few blossoms for blowing hair,
paper skirts of amber, golden brown,
crystals of sand for evening wear,
she swirls, enticing all around.
Her friend, wind, challenges noisy gales
animals shudder and hide their eyes.
Sand has tantrums, and often wails,
pretends as queen of blustery skies.
July 18, 2022
for It's All About Three Q's Contest
by Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Form: Quatrain
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Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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