Two Storms
two storms rode through town last week
one bombastic in oratory:
fist-shaking, fiery-eyed, finger-pointing,
thundering as an Old Testament prophet
one timid of speech:
a lamb at rest in bucolic pasture,
misty, dewy, gentle as the silent 'g' in benign
both storms
calming frayed nerves of neurotic grasses
satisfying deep roots in stoic forests,
filling rills and rivers that carry life
to valleys, plains and deserts
each replenishing a thirsty sea
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2023
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