The Gods Are Stirring
Last night, lightning spiked,
Turning night into brilliant day.
Last night, thunder crashed,
Like an avalanche rolling my way.
The rain, I thought, would come for sure,
It came to and end, with no downpour.
T'was just the Olympian Gods upon high,
Shaking the heavens, saying Winter is nigh.
© Dave Timperley October 2014
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2014
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