Spurring a Funnel Cloud
Down from the gray rainclouds
came pearly drums of thunder,
silver flutes filled with silver rain
bushels of purple flowers tumbled out
followed by jays and bumble bees-
Suddenly all things were washed
in buckets of emerald green..
Then a muddy-eyed devil arrived
spurring a dirty funnel cloud
whisking away butterfly paths
and robin egg dreams.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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