Hurricane Roars And New York Naps Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Some still absent power...all absent subways and buses...others
absent theatrical Broadway; still others absent restaurants of
many…yet

Hurricane past, not without experiencing its majesty,
terror, and the sublimity of a great storm.
Dark clouds roamed the sky shading it and the sun.
Man ran to greet the storm...then in terror he runs.

The winds round buildings moaning and howling like a pack of wolves.
Yet my shivering legs and feet tap and beat to the sounds:
The furious winds ripping down signs, clashing lamppost; and splintering
objects, tossing them on street; and pulling cranes from their posts and
flinging to the ground.

Even rain and winds chased folk from their homes; stripped trees to the bare bone.
Young sprightly trees swaying before humbly bowing, yet the shore was fully exposed
to the East river's surge and the Atlantic Ocean's waves reminding me of the climate changes and its beauty and power!

Bye, bye, bye Sandy: New York just awakens from her nap!


By

Almedia Knight-Oliver

October 30,2012
edited 12/14/2013