The Storm Is Come
Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust:
like children playing tag.
Tumbling to shelter under,
or it is to the brick wall.
Tears from heaven
hit cheeks from the side,
and lash down to toe:
and the whole becomes a sea.
I am swept away in it's fury:
each wave crest seeks shores,
and pours itself away; to abandon.
Cherishing that kiss with earth.
Fury must find it's rock;
be diminished in ecstasy,
and sink into nothing.
Before turning into life.
Copyright © Ross Thompson | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment