Lo, such a downpour
as I before have never seen--
It blows and shakes and bellows
like some primordial rain-fiend.It may be slowing in its lashes
but the thunder rumbles on--
Blooming as a flower should
during summer's dainty dawns.But black petals it has,
and a stem of razors too.
Curling in the storm's pressure,
it makes the lightning brew.Next the rain-fiend calls afar
to some goddess I don't know
And quickly obeying the damp demand,
she summons a hail-pelt show.Trembling now, the river is, and
the ground that carries me--
I can't help but feel the planet must
as well, in reverie.The ponderosas stand high on the hills
as some soldiers are known to do;
Listening in silence as the thunder fades
and fills the sky with deep gray-blue.And to the west the storm retreats,
leaving white fog in its wake--
But in me it thunders on,
and my bones still hum and shake.
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These Hazy Days
PoetryA collection of poetry for the summer and autumn days. cover by me, on canva.com all rights reserved. ...