Storm
Night closes in,
the sky blushes in pinks and yellows
as a storm rises in the south
making its way north by north east.
Hurricane to tropic storm back to hurricane
racing headlong from ocean to land
flooding rains, churning surfs, wild winds shout loud
screaming through the trees.
September begins in turmoil
skipping humid air into cool escapades
of mother nature's displays
from nurtured caresses to disciplinary lessons.
Breathe
the sailors' sky gives warning
of the ensuing storm to come.
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