Bands
Bands keep coming
as they did night before
last
I sit out in it
remember the precursor
to what is now
to what is now
green sky all day deluge
been wind raging
we’re homebound
I click on the cursor
my world lights up
connected to the internet
Yet, I can’t leave the storm
for it is all around us
swirling the ficus trees
Thunder abounds and now
sirens and I wonder who
would be out there in this
Thunder echoes
wind shakes trees to their essence
they hold
So do we
A little scary. Baron runs and hides in the closet here. I notice but keep on reading. But then we don't have hurricanes here in Bluff Country...
ReplyDeleteWillow, you describe the roarings and rumblings of nature so well. I don't think I would be sitting outside watching. I would be inside cowering. A fine write.
ReplyDeleteI've never been in such a violent storm, Willow, but thanks to your poem, I feel that I have. Yes, hold on!
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