Sky grows dark
Empty park
Sheltering tree
Or simply flee
Together group
Home to troop
Thunder storm
Brightness mourn
Sudden rains
Filling drains
Soaking wet
Mum will fret
All do run
Await the sun
Darkness near
Still we fear
Does evil lurk
Satan’s work
Daylight goes
Nothing shows
Not so bold
Spirit on hold
No true reason
Just the season
Our minds know
Like Winter snow
Lightning bolt
Frightening jolt
Don’t be afraid
Stronger made
Another flash
Have to dash
Return to fold
Away from cold
Strong wind blow
Sun to show
Fear spurned
Warmth returned
Spirits lifted
Pleasure gifted
Only a storm
Nothing to mourn
I composed this sitting in a park in the middle of a heavy thunderstorm. To far away to get home I just watched it's affects on those around me.
Your rhyme is exquisite David the Elder! What a place to write. What a poem. This is written quite well, I say! It has so much depth to it, really, if you look in on it's embedded sewn threads :)
Warm Love and Happy New Year,
Brittany
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2002
Sometimes we get trapped in our own rhyme and it runs through our minds on its compulsive journey. Right? Bill Murray
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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felt the ravages of the storm as i read this...vivid imagery and stunning rhyme
well done *applause*
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
how did i miss this one--another keeper!
Warm Love and Happy New Year,
Brittany