No Quarrel Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

No Quarrel



Hear the thunder rolling in
The skies will speak
The Greys still hold the Blues
And a symphony begins
Light and Colour
Fade and shift
The Drummer
Changes Feet
The Wind Whistles
And the Rafters Rattle
As The River Runs a Little Higher
So far the Banks are Holding
Our Beat is Steady
Our Dance Responds
In Kind

Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Lynn Anne Brown

Lynn Anne Brown

Toronto, Ontario, Canada
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