Storm Clouds
The rugged moor top
grew shapeless,
eternal stratum
hiding
within the
greyish shroud,
that cloaked
every enduring
contour.
The dense stratus
began to manipulate
the daylight,
while encircling
shadows
cast reflective
illusions
on shallow
murky pools.
Obedient trees recoil
in stark awareness
while inspiring to honour
the insensitive violation,
bowing,
waving in verve respect
as if only
to appease
the impending tempest…
© Harry J Horsman 1991
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2010
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