Thunderstorm

Azure panels fade; shed golden mane
Black, celestial portents mail links chain
Windows of heaven shaded darker strain
Foggy panes availing beams do disdain
Billowing, gray folds gilded tapestry doth stain
Burgeoning spouts brackish bile to drain
Reverberating drums strike dolesome refrain
Streaking bolts o'er tumult wax then wane
An eerie whistle howls announcing the careening train
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Babcock Avatar
September 5, 2012 at 6:28 PM
A nice description of a thunder storm. We have been lucky without many storms this year. I can almost hear that train whistle blowing as the weather is changing. Nicely done. love phyl
Brown Avatar
September 5, 2012 at 1:10 PM
I am so happy to have time to read some wonderful poetry today. Glad yours was one of the pieces I was able to read Stephen. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol
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September 5, 2012 at 10:31 AM
told as it is, Stephen, like the realistic imagery. enjoyed
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