Folklore Forecast Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Folklore Forecast



The leaves upon the maple tree
are tussled by the wind's gentle rustle
revealing a reversed dull underside
like cloth swatches caught in a playful scuffle

Mother told me many years ago...
that when breezes turn leaves over
exposing their soft dull velvet side;
a sunny day will ultimately have closure

Soon the sky will become overcast
and the clouds will fill with rain
Remember the sincerity of this prediction
when raindrops spatter on the windowpane

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
Close
Error Success