Sara Kendrick Poet Prose Poetry

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...

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Larry Berdoo April 9, 2014 at 3:57 PM I envy your surroundings Mrs. Kendrick. True nature, in a uproar. Thanks for sharring.

David Pennington April 8, 2014 at 6:26 PM THIS PUTS IN THE SETTING. VERY WELL DONE.

Kelly Deschler April 7, 2014 at 4:53 PM As I was reading this, I felt like I was sitting right there with you. You captured this moment beautifully, Sara. Well done!...Thank you very much for the kind comments. :)

Russell Sivey April 7, 2014 at 8:52 AM This fun is surely exciting and wondrous my friend! I surely loved reading this entertaining poem here this morning! What a glorious poem! Great Work!!