Musings In A Mid-Tempest Din Poem by Kali Rose Stewart
Musings In A Mid-Tempest Din
In the evening of a storm's interlude
Moonless, cloudless
I sit
And listen for rustling trees, perhaps to touch a warm wind swaying them
Inhale dampness permeating pavement, possibly trodding soggy leaves under which it hides
View purple sky, perchance to glimpse the bright white lightning cracking it
After all
They exist, too, don't they?
Not just the downpours, but atmospheres creating them.
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