Storms roll in, ragged and rumbling,
Inundating my senses.
Luxurious in their darkness,
Ebony emissaries of August's impending end.
Nearer they creep, and all grows quiet.
Calm reigns momentarily, to be shattered by
Explosions of light, sound and precious moisture.
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A/N: I just looked out my office window and this happened.
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Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
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Gorgeous words here Dana! Excellent entry
Ebony emissaries- what a cracking turn of phrase 😁 👏
The calm before the storm…I particularly liked “Ebony emissaries of August's impending end.” as a line. Something about the imagery, and the connection we naturally make to summer’s end.
There is something so stilling about this for me, Dana! I'm a sucker for a good storm but also the peace that comes just before (occasionally after too). Well played, my friend!
Powerful imagery! Could definitely feel this one!
Fabulous nature poem!!! Loving it!!!💕❤️❤️
Boom! That was great! A sensory explosion :)
Beautiful 😍 We had a cracker of a storm up here in the Ottawa valley not long ago. Always loved storms
Love a storm. But then, in the UK our storms are seldom catastrophic.
This perfectly describes that eerie feeling before the storm. Well done, my friend.
I really like this one, Dana. I can almost smell the rain