Stalking
Stalking
this storm is surrounding
like a giant beast of old.
it stays just so far off
until we think it has gone
then thunder, which is its voice,
crashes into our ears.
the trees and bushes
begin thrashing about
as it stalks us. coming
close in a huge uproar;
we, as our ancestors, can not
fight off shudders of fear.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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