The Thunder Rolls
The thunder rolls now, a spring rain pours from low solid gray clouds
which wrap around in all directions, and fog banks between trees of the forest.
Tender new life formed of different shades of green decorates the woods and
homeplaces. As the rain drip-drops from the eaves, a bird's throaty varied call
floats across the damp soggy air.
to the north
floats a call that nearly matches..
love on the wing
wind
blows
rain
rain
pours
buckets
poet
exits
porch
Three forms:
Prose Poetry
Haiku
Brevette
Just for fun...Telling about the wonderful world of nature...
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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