Windswept Winter Storm
Windswept nimbus sentinels are gathering
quickly darkening the noon day sky.
Sunlight wanes, becoming veiled
behind layers of opaque clouds.
Like shrouds they hasten by.
Gusting winds approach from the north,
forewarning of a tempest storm.
I hear thunder beating on his drum,
followed by claps from many more
as the chilling temperature quickly falls.
Winter's fingers are traveling with speed
and waves are crashing along the coast.
Their frothy bubbles reach the shore,
filling puddles in the sand at high tide.
Gulls screech in search for one last meal
before finding a haven in clearer skies
and mariners hurry in search of safe harbor.
Maple branches sway with the wind,
collecting earthbound snowflakes
upon their bare limbs while
Mother Nature is changing her faded dress
from the wrinkled one she wore in Autumn.
It's torn and tattered upon the ground
in shades of gold, crimson and brown.
She's donned a lovely glittering new garment,
a brocaded gown and cloak of Winter white.
December 30, 2022
Winter Storm Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
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