What Hasn'T Amassed

Dark, heavy, layered dreary clouds
Bisk winds whip trees and grass
Cars still here and there seeking
What each home hasn't amassed

Will each home be filled with much love
Or will love, warmth be lacking
No one knows but those there living
Children know the slacking

Dark clouds roll in from the southeast
Filled with ocean's moisture
Will they drip their cold water load
Like tears of lost lover 
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Horne Avatar
May 5, 2013 at 3:09 PM
love this, Sara
Sivey Avatar
May 4, 2013 at 8:03 PM
I love the perspective of where the storms come from where you live...We never get storms coming from the southeast, or at least very rarely do we get them! Ours almost always come from the northwest! And we live in the northwest section of the state! This is a tremendous and intriguing poem, such a glorious piece! What a powerful write, Great Work!!
De La Croes Avatar
May 4, 2013 at 1:01 PM
You poem is somber, but reflects the reality of many. Good writing, Sara. Stay well... David
Jones Avatar
May 4, 2013 at 10:47 AM
This is beautiful Sara....not only the scene inside each house...no one knows what goes on inside someones lives..but the weather is dark here today as well....
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