Tommy Stone Monochromatic Sky 3
stirred to an angry swirl
of wind blown rage
that strips leaves from trees
and sends the birds wheeling
on currents not of their choice
holding on to the branch tips
that scrape clouds raw
I am the storm
riding the crest of a front
driving rain into the ground
madness lashing out
from behind a sky that is
sinking lower by the minute
until I have washed away
leaving nothing but puddles
One of my delights is to read and to view works that somehow humanizes nature in all its forms. No better than when the sky and the sea and the wind talk to us as you do so well in this piece.
thank you sir 🙂 Most of the time I like the peaceful sunrises and sunsets but I have my stormy moments too!