Mother Nature's Wrath
by Mary E Lacey, Desertrat
Friday, June 13, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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a thunderstorm in the forest
The mighty oaks stand proudly with
their many, many brothers
Chilly autumn winds begin to howl
forcing all the swirling leaves
gold, green, red and brown
to desert their demanding masters.
Suddenly, the once blue sky
turns to an ominous gray.
Claps of thunder
shake the earth
A fearful sun runs away.
Gray clouds roll and wander
Lightening shows fill the darkened sky.
A gentle rain cries on the earth until
the clouds burst open wide
A virtual waterfall with howling wind
laugh at the once peaceful sky
The storm is ended, but just for now
A timid sun now shows its face.
Knowing the storm will come back another day.
The majestic trees now barren, a sign
that winter is drawing near.
But the mighty oaks, over 100 years old,
and 100 feet tall, will always laugh
in the face of Mother Nature’s wrath.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|It is indeed an awesome experience to witness Mother Nature's power. Thank you, Mary. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|A powerful write my friend, great imagery really allows the reader to visualize the depth of your poem. Very well written indeed!
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Ah, the timeless, enduring oak. Too bad so many have been cut down by man's hand! How I love a good storm!
Nice write, Mary, much enjoyed.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Powerfully imaged in verse, Mother Nature's wrath - she's been mad a lot this year, hasn't she? Day in, night out of severe weather - well penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.