I hear a whisper in the air,
Now the Autumn wind draws near.
Crackling clouds move in from the West
While gentle drops begin to descend.
I hear the thunder start to roll
As the gentle trickle becomes a roar.
A sudden bolt shocks the night,
Soon lightning shreds the blackened sky.
Leaves are thrown and trees explode,
I can only smell the sulfurous smoke.
Electricity surges in my veins
As the Autumn storm starts to fade,
I draw the gale into my soul
The power now in my heart to hold.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems
Thơ caI don't know yet exactly what I'm meant to do. Whether I'm meant to write novels or poems, or whether I'm supposed to draw and tell stories through pictures. Sometimes I think maybe it's both. Maybe I'm supposed to teach History to young children. A...
