Saturday, April 27, 2019

Poem: Storm struck

Storm struck

Late May, skies darkening
all afternoon. Only an hour
ago Doppler radar said 
the storm would skirt us.

But no. Thunder rumbles
in the dark night. Far away
sheet lightning streaks the sky.
Rain falls heavy down and wind 
whistles through the chimney,
rain shattering on tin dampers.

Storm struck this afternoon 
I embark on my new life,
claiming custody of what I do, 
what I know, who I am. 
Embracing this thunderstorm
of change.

By: Judith Stanton
4/24/19

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