The Distant Storm
The clouds begin
off on the horizon shaping, taking form
images clutching at the season's evolution,
darkening grays once pure white scatterings,
slivers now full, blackening along the edge
of a clouded windswept dream sky,
restless winds stirring,
an awakening within
once hidden now in open view;
wrangling leaves from every tree
rattling the shingles on the rooftops
vibrato threats of the impending storm;
there's a cry, a waiing along the branches
a howling that shivers in the shaking
knocking entry at the windows and the doors;
abrupt wild tossing in its twists and turns
tumultuous spews of rain, lightning, thunder
echoes prelude to the distant storm.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2021
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