Winter Storm

Thick dark grey clouds with flashes of lightening
The rumbling roar of thunder
Echo of noise through the open pastures
Valleys fill quick of muddy waters
Slippery hills of bending but not broken flowers
Torrential rain of such strength and power
Soon the sun of such a needing hour.

Mending stems 
Constantly bowing
Constantly bouncing
On and off the ground
Trauma to the petals and leaves

Still hanging

Still sagging

Still Drooping

As if the arms were heavy to lift

Roots stay strong through the gale wind.

Flashes of lightening
The rumbling of thunder
Echo of noise through the open pastures
Remaining parts of the damaged flowers

Blowing backward and forward in the breeze
Torrential rain begins to ease 

Light rain falling 

Sunlight rising 

Dark clouds parting 

Flowers stand proud in these rays of offering 

As if to smile and say good morning.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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