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