Monday, July 25, 2011

Summer Storm

Dry silent morning
Expectant stillness
Under uneven grey sky
Deep, distant murmurs
Grow, build, strengthen
As waiting nears its end
Far off bursts of light
Flashes brighten landscape
Thunder pounds the senses
Announcing the coming of
No gentle beginning
Savage squall
Washes away memory of
Drowsy warmth

Ken Goree

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